For the first time in several months, I’m shamelessly enjoying a day off in the week.
It feels a bit like that time I bunked off school to play Playmobils with my childhood best friend: a bit scary but also so brilliant.
There are no Playmobils to give me excuses for a day off today, but I’m sitting at the dining table, listening to Eugene McGuinness and looking out onto a grey deserted park
but more importantly, enjoying a very continental breakfast:
The day started early with trips to the dry cleaners, post office and supermarket (to buy said cinnamon danish of course).
The smallest jobs that usually seem so tedious at weekends were rather pleasant this morning: no queues, and I even encountered a few smiley faces and ‘hellos’.
The weekend will be spent on the Norfolk coast, in chunky cardigans and wellies.
Have a lovely weekend all.