:: Weekend Wonderland ::

After a trip to Fluid tonight for the lady Popsicle's birthday, it all seems to be going downhill. I must clear up my room. No honestly. I've been saying this for at least two months now and procrastinating like a trooper. After finally tacking that shithole of a garden two weekends ago (three large bags of organic waste collected by the council, compost heap overflowing) my mind once more wanders towards matters domestic. The landlord's arranged for someone to come and fix the defective fridge-freezer tomorrow morning, so I need to be at home to deal with that. And I ought to hoover the place too. Oh God, I'm turning into the Housewife From Hell:

I'm sure cleaning avoidance may come into play once more if the opportunity to see the lovely Hypatia and Red Rum are available. I think it's time we stopped discussing that it's so long since we last met up and actually did something, like, well, meet up. I have no idea if either or both of them are available (hint!), but would be more than happy to discard my Marigolds for the sake of a long-overdue reunion.

So maybe the weekend's not looking quite so glum after all. The news of Alistair Campbell's resignation should at least give the office drones some pre-pub cheer this afternoon...

P.S. A quick apology to b3ta's itwontbeeasy. Although I linked to his fab Mackintosh pic on the relevant b3ta page, I probably ought to have mentioned him in my post too... I can't get the comments thingy to work, but was going to say that I'm a big fan (of Charles Rennie Mackintosh, not Jonathan Ive!)