Well, I've had the house to myself (sort of) for the weekend and I'm just loving this. I've fully rocked out this morning in my kimono housecoat and went to the most annoying church service ever in life. But I'm home now and all is fine.
My mother and Doug made it safely to Italy after a little mishap with the amount of shampoo she endeavoured to bring on her carry on. In her own words, "I was so concerned with not bringing oranges on board, I forgot about the 100 mL limit. Who reads signs anyway?" Hilarious, Mother Hen, just hilarious.
I had the girls over last night for some patio-ing in my back garden, some eating and some drinking. Oh, and some gabbing.
I'm off for some September-styles hanging out at the pub (read: working, unfortunately). This time though, I'll be outside enjoying the sunshine on the patio. I'll take one of those.
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