I left work early Friday to take the first train home. Thank God for Helen because if she wasn’t visiting then I might have just taken to my bed for the weekend. As it was, on Saturday morning I slept to 11.30, which I haven’t done in about 15 years; thank goodness for friends who like to read by themselves on Saturday mornings.
I’m not always so neglectful but just had a tiring week. This weekend felt restful and restorative and also full of the kind of tonic that boosts your spirit.
As well as eating at Cuckoo, visits (yes, plural) to the Greytown lolly shop, strolling Martinborough, reading magazines by the fire, eating cheese from Featherston’s cheese shop, buying local honey at Almo’s Books in Carterton, we did this…
My life advice – get a friend that it’s easy to mooch around your neighbourhood with.
In other exciting old lady news – we bought cider at the Featherston bottle store (a whole four bottles) and I got IDed. Not only am I over 18, I am two times 18. I told the woman behind the counter she was very kind.