I grow weary of this task. So Saturday and Sunday, and we’re done. Sadly, I am not only weary, but utterly uninspired. I’d very much like to tell you of all the wonderful and thrilling things I’ve done this weekend. But I’m afraid the reality is far less interesting and involved a lot of wailing and shuffling around with a hot water bottle clutched to my tummy. And late night foraging around in cupboards for drugs.
Before too long it will be time to begin the Sunday evening ritual that is the ironing, and suddenly there’s bloody Heartbeat on the telly and the thought of work on Monday looms large. Such is the glamour of my life.
It’s nothing at all like Sex and the City, you know.
Saturday Night, Sunday Morning - The River Detectives
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