Weekend(')s End

It was a good one, and now it's over I have hit the blues again, though L has gone off for an afternoon walk, and I'm settling fairly well into some solitary time, with old fave Joe Strummer CD and blogging. Some left over spag bol in the frig for lunch, planning a walk, taking in visit to old house for mail (almost certainly junk). A few possible little jobs around the house (L has discovered tomato ketchup is a rather good cleaning agent for manky old 'gold' taps such as we have inherited. She did one, and maybe I'll do the rest...) Could settle down with The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, which I've only just started. Could get out the poetry books. Could (gulp) get out my notebook. Could empty boxes in my room. Could, could, could - let's not turn that into should, should, should...

Old friends are a precious thing. R and I have known each other an alarmingly long time - 36 years??? Is't possible? How can we possibly be old enough? Anyway she has two lovely boys, and the best dog in the world, and they all arrived around 11.30 on Friday night (long story...) Honoured us by being our first house guests, brought brightness and laughter, conversation, card tricks, marvellous appetites, fabulous young energy, memorable moving images of cats crapping into toilets on the internet, boots made for walking, the presentation of a truly memorable mothers' day card, and it was all topped off nicely by seeing Astro Boy at the cinema in town yesterday afternoon. Green & Black's and cups of tea for us, Ben and Jerry's for the boys. A walk by the canal in sunshine, younger boy trying to out-wit courting male mallard, then declaring he actually isn't attracted to mallards!! And so to station for fond farewells. Sweet.