Monday morning

Another weekend gone by too quickly, despite turning the clocks back Sunday morning and gaining an extra hour.

My flat looks like it’s been bombed. Partly because I really, really need to do the washing up. Really. There’s just been better things to do lately. The other reason is that I now have a whisky cabinet. The little cupboard I used to keep the whisky in overflowed onto the floor months ago, and last week my employer was emptying out the offices they used to be at (before I joined the company), letting us take away what furniture we wanted for free, and I got three sections of cupboards to put on top of each other – the bottom one having doors of solid wood, the two top ones being glass-fronted.

Naturally, I had to put it up immediately. Unfortunately, the only way to make room for it was to take down one of the bookcases (the one that mostly held videos and photography paraphernalia). The bookcase, of course, can be flat-packed. The contents, however, cannot. So they’re all over the place.

I need time to sort it out, therefore, but to imagine that if the weekend had been longer I would have would be to kid myself. No doubt the extra time would have been spent the same way the rest of the weekend was – gallivanting about Bok i Sentrum, watching series 2 of MASH, zipping through the slides from Scotland and, well, smooching a lot – spending time with the boyfriend, in short. We celebrated 100 days on Friday. An interesting “anniversary”. I’m considering calculating when our 1000th day will be, it’s a pleasing sort of number and ought to be celebrated. Plenty of time to work that out, though.

Voice in my head: Shania Twain – No One Needs to Know