Saturday night

Finally managed to wrest myself away from my laptop and do what regular folk do on a Saturday night - go out, eat too much, drink too much and talk way too much shit.

Thanks to our visitors from London, Sarah and Grant, and a mutual friend Andy who we haven't seen for ages, we sat in our garden drinking wine and catching up, and then when the sun tucked itself into bed for the evening, we wandered into town to the always lovely Sweet Mother's Kitchen. 

Catching the end of the rugby, and a spectacular win over the Aussies, topped off a lovely night.

    

Goodbye freedom

You have been a steadfast friend over the past two weeks.

On Monday it's back to the gulag and another year of writing, strategising and co-ordinating the shizzle out of a range of organisations. Today we bid farewell to long leisurely sleep-ins, breakfast in bed, hours lying in the sun reading a book, long-overdue catch-ups with friends, missed movies/telly series and a diet that would give the health police conniptions. The two weeks off have been a blast, but sadly it's time to get back to our real lives.

My last day of freedom was spent thus:

A two-hour rendezvous with my mate Donna at this fabulous cafe and the calorific wonderland that is peanut-butter cheesecake.

Later there was a spot of shopping (these cute as vintage chemist bottles, yo)

and these books which I liberated from the library's annual cull.

Still later there was a soggy dog walk and a workout to try and mitigate some of the cheesecake damage.