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I've had a weekend!

Now, I am aware that that sounds strange. After all, weekends are generally Saturday and Sunday, and then back to work, or whatever else one does during the week. My point being that weekend generally are the punctuation of the week.

I often feel as though my week has petered out to a rather watery conclusion, and then all the madness starts again. A bit like a blancmange, really. (Actually, I think it may only be me who understands that. Oh well).

But this weekend. Cor, gosh. Hubby and I walked into town. Which is one of the minor miracles of the world in itself (particularly as we did it on Monday too). Then watched the England match, then watched a film. Then today, we actually got up, and went out to Flatford, and had lunch and walked, and had an ice cream, and came home. I've left out the getting lost on the way, but only because I wasn't navigating.

So, all in all, it feels like a proper break. Hurrah!  ¶ 9:42 PM