It's 6.30pm in Perth and another lazy weekend is coming to an end.
The past 40 odd hours have been an absolute waste of time .... and I have loved every minute of it.
How many of us start the weekend with good intentions - do all the things around the house that we don't get around to during the week. Perhaps tidy up the knickers drawer, or (more sensibly although neatly folded knickers do look nice) cleaning out the fridge or pantry?
I definitely also had every intention of pruning some trees (not mine but the neighbours'), weeding, perhaps a visit to the Asian grocer to get all the yummy stuff to cook some Thai and Asian curries, plus to-die-for crunchy munchies.
Instead, I veged out, a real bed potato, summoning just enough energy to refill a drink or graze. I read my Dan Brown novel The Lost Symbol (of which I have two copies, one I simply had to buy at Suvarnabhumi Airport in Bangkok while awaiting my flight home and the other, which I had totally forgotten about, awaiting me in Perth - a present from Aimee last October that I left behind so that I would have something to read on my next visit home!), watched reruns of my favourite shows on cable and fidgeted on Facebook.
I did no menial task and spent absolutely no time on plans, grand or otherwise.
But Monday is looming and I am determined, in fact I am resolute, about pruning those damned trees tomorrow morning, .... and tidying up my knickers drawer.
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