Saturday was very grown up. We finished some impromptu tiling in the kitchen. It now looks like a proper kitchen and the kind of thing that only real grown ups could possibly get excited about.
Saturday night saw us going round to our friends for a cheese and wine evening. It was like a grown up picnic. But we still got as drunk as foolish youths. And stayed up late. Yeah.
I went as a Spanish senorita. With big hair as practised on the left.
The Winner Takes it All, tiquana style, followed by Strangers in the Night. It was joyful. I got sucked in by the sound of Edith Piaf and found myself buying Artisan olive bread.
I've messed around with this cupboard. Tried three colours so far and it's still not right. But I've lost the will to carry on, so baby pink it remains until inspiration strikes.
From a source unknown, I found the strength to clean the bathroom. Yes, I manage this lifestyle without staff. I know.
Today I received a gorgeously presented parcel in the post from my friend Serena. She thought this little picture was very 'me'. She was right. I want to live right there, in one of those little wooden houses.
Finally, I've just been door stepped by a cold caller. He was selling a potion for cleaning window frames. He started scrubbing before I could think of a nice way to say 'Go away please'. I was a sitting duck. Those frames haven't been cleaned in the three years we have been here, so they scrubbed up a treat. His potion was made to look magical and his sentence and breath went on for several minutes. I handed over the money just to stop him talking. Spit would have done just as well.
Have a lovely weekend, and remember, don't answer the door bell. You too could end up with a potful of blue gunk.