Lovely flowers

20150112_110815The weekend wasn’t totally diddly squat, but it was nice and re-energising all the same.

On Friday we did nothing. I’d popped out and bought some goodies for tea and for snacking and we caught up on the first series of Broadchurch (the poet hadn’t seen it) and watched the first episode of the new series. Then while I finished off a hard-copy editing job I’d been unable to do as I’d been running around, the poet caught up on last week’s Silent Witness (he’d been in Germany).

On Saturday we had a lazy lie-in but while we were making a late breakfast, a phone call came in from son #2 asking if he and his girlfriend could come and see us. Of course they could, and they got here mid-afternoon after we had a mad tidying frenzy. We hadn’t been able to see them on Christmas Day so they brought us our Christmas pressies, and some lovely flowers with a house-warming card.

They loved the place and can’t wait to come and visit again, and it was nice to see them. When they went we continued with our chilling and had another lazy evening in front of the television.

Much of Sunday was spent reading. I was reading on my Kindle, the poet was reading how to use his new camera. He’s learning it all in manual first so he knows and appreciates what auto does for him. He’s practising taking pictures too and can hardly wait for his telephoto lens to arrive. Before he gets any photography software for manipulation, he’s also going to learn how to take great pictures before learning how to tweak things that aren’t quite right.

We did pop out to do some shopping – pet shop (dog food and garden bird food) and supermarket – and he made us a gorgeous pork dinner. Then he put up another shelf, and we spent another evening in front of the telly. We’re so bone idle.

But it was a lovely weekend of nothingness (apart from our visitors) and I think it did us good. He’s off to Scotland again at the end of this week, but it shouldn’t be so tiring as flying to Germany and coming home via security-heightened railway stations in England.

Today, then, I have the electronic edits to do on the book I finished Friday evening, and the next job is that one from the Spanish client. I’d like to shift a lot of work today as we have carpet fitters coming tomorrow and I have another appointment on Wednesday. I’ll also be taxi-driver for the poet on Thursday and Friday, and it all eats into the working week.

What are you up to this week?

That Friday feeling

We’ve only been back at work for a week, but already that Friday feeling was quick to swoop in this morning. It’s been a fair week, though.

I’ve done quite a lot of new writing, which includes an outline for a new non-fiction book as well as 5 new articles started and one finished and submitted.

I’ve also been plodding through an editing job, and a new one came in yesterday too from who will now be known as the Spanish client. They gave me a lot of repeat work last year and I’m delighted they came back to me again this year.

And I caught up with the job board I use and pitched for 7 jobs, one of them invited.

Almost immediately the poet had to go off to Germany, via Switzerland, for a couple of days, so that ate into the week a bit. And I’ve been having routine appointments – I have another today. He was gone from Tuesday to Thursday, so taxi duties from Yours Truly were involved as well.

So he’s come up with a list of things to do at the weekend, and they mostly consist of … nothing. We had a bit of a busy Christmas, then we were back at work, and then he was off travelling. We don’t seem to have stood still, nor do we feel as though we had any holiday, even though we were both off for 2 weeks.

It’ll be a bit of a Do Diddle Weekend – does anyone remember Do Diddle Days? Not had one of those for a while. So we’ll play it by ear, see what we feel like when we get up, if we want to get up. We might do some pottering, we might hang curtains, we might do baking, we might go walking, we might go to the pictures. Or we might not.

Have a great weekend, whatever you’re doing with yours.

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