Holy moley, life seems to be being played at fast-forward at the moment – especially the weekends. This past weekend was just packed full of stuff I didn’t really want to do, such as the weekly grocery shopping, which I was landed with due to a random and essential trip to the library that I suddenly had to make at 11.30 on Saturday morning due me discovering at 11.15 that for the past week I’d been studying the wrong poet for the essay due on Monday – *facesmack*!!

Then there was Sunday – hideous, ten hours devoted to a 1600-word essay on the poems of all-new poet, Victorian priest and terminal bore Gerard Manley Hopkins and I won’t give you a hyperlink as I know there’s no way you’d be interested on what Wikipedia has to say on the man, as lord knows I found it hard enough.

Come Monday morning I still had an essay induced pair of square eyes and a Quasimodo hunch, which an eight hour day at work only contributed to.

Then there’s four more days of work, plus Brownie pick-up, Netball practice, dog-walking, swimming lessons, blah-blah-blah.

This coming weekend it’s Wedding Weekend and the weekend after that Lil’Sis is treating us to a “mystery” weekend away to thank us for putting up with her and the mob for the past eighteen months (counting down the days till they move out now!). Now, this sounds wonderful, but you know?

All I can really dream about is a very long, sweet, delicious lie-in in bed, with a cup of tea and a really good book in a quiet house, with the rain pouring down outside – no work, no essay, no garden, nothing to do but relaaaaaaxxxxx…..