Lost Weekend

lounged yesterday. The shorts were wheeled in for a couple of hours before a BBQ that was cancelled so they were here all afternoon.

We watched (most of) Mary Poppins, found cheeseburgers in the freezer which dealt with their dinner, my son paid for our dinner from the takeaway, with top-up chips for the shorts, and I got into building Cosmopolitans which caused me to go to bed very early.

This morning has been a series of discoveries. Since I have no recollection of doing any of it, some house elf or Mac Nac Feegles have been in and dealt with domestic duties. Like.... finished loading the dishwasher before switching it on; switching off my computer, opening the curtains, switching off the lights, and washing up the fragile crystal martini glass I was drinking from. Twitter input seems fairly innoccuous, but the 'not fair' quote and link was from dim and distant, not last night. Maybe Chronos is getting freudian on me

I'm glad I gave a bodyswerve to everything I could/should have done this weekend as I feel totally relaxed now. Apologies to everyone I should have visited or contacted.


mmm, catchup:
I cried mercy on going to Germany last week and so had only the Holland trip to deal with. The Kodak guys were there too, improving the social aspects by telling evil after-dinner jokes when the boy had gone to bed and fencing work conversations. The high spot of evening entertainments was fishing fifty euro out of my wallet to offer the boy boss when he said he would jump in the lake we were standing next to if anyone offered 50euro. He welshed.

The plane took off at the time it should have been landing at Heathrow, trashing what might have been half an evening at home, getting there on Wednesday took forever since the later flight misses the direct trains to Den Bosch and I had to hang around in Utrecht for a connection. For someone who says she hasn't been anywhere, I seem to have been to far too many places. Unfortunately, lots of these are for work and don't involve any touristing. Last time I was there I saw a sign for an Hieronymus Bosch museum and it turns out he was born there, but the museum only has copies of his paintings.