weekend taken care of

I started writing something very lyrical yesterday at work as I looked out through the window across to the large park.  Something about ...a world beyond work, of trees, birds, of mystery, of sparkling early morning dew, oh it got worse.... the sun gracefully sliding across the open field, people coming and going, catching some late autumn warmth.  Not terribly original but I was feeling wistful for the open air.

As you can tell I was using my excellent avoidance skills, instead of writing monthly reports (the sound of gagging intrudes here at home, even now) my reverie was rudely interrupted by phone ringing and the need for me to focus on helping people who are in need of support.

BUT now it its the weekend, it has to be I slept in 'til 7.35am!   Which is a big deal when you usually have to be up, mostly awake and on the road by 7.00am.  Two whole days in which to clean, tidy, forage, do dutiful things (visit eccentric aunts), and then maybe find time to do some creative stuff. 
The 'to do' list goes like this
1.  finish bag started last weekend - the dining table which doubles as sewing table needs to be cleared for, I don't know, dining on.
2. Cut out another bag or two one for a good friend and another for b'day present for step mother
during all this the cuckoos in my nest will want feeding -
3. Drink some bubbles - memo to brain do this after I have cut material - also good time to sit with husband.
and that takes care of the weekend.