A perfect weekend. I started in the garden about 6.30am, which is quite the best time to start if I fancy a serene experience. I weeded, pruned laterals and re-tied the tomatoes to their stakes, and planted spring onions.
I made cheese and pesto scones for morning tea.
I made 11 litres of laundry liquid.
I tightened up my facebook settings. Mine are quite tight anyway, but I'm often amazed at how many people blithely include their full date of birth on their public display settings, as the most obvious example of sharing more with the entire world than seems entirely wise.
I attempted to clean Brighid's bedroom. Some progress, and many bags removed already, but it is probably still the equivalent of the warm up at the base of Mt Everest. I'm planning the full scale of the mountain while she is at school.
It's possible that I won't win a prize for the fastest and most complete conversion to a life of sobriety and lower calorie intake. Perhaps the tortoise will win the race.