If, like me, you live with somebody pathologically opposed to idleness, Rainy Bank Holiday Weekends are rare pockets of sanity in the chaos of doing. Yes, I had to go to Ikea on Saturday (Saturday! Bank Holiday Saturday! At 4 in the afternoon! In Neasden!) but then it started raining. And it didn't stop for 24 hours. This kind of rain can, if I am lucky, bring the Duracell bunny inside Herself to a gradual halt - at which point she looks to me, Queen of Sloth, for guidance. Marvellous.
We ate cake and crisps and olives. We watched The Love Letter, Brideshead Revisited and Roman Holiday. We read the papers and our books. I walked the dog in the rain because I am Irish and therefore immune - then we roasted a chicken. We did not look at our computers, run errands, do jobs round the house or go shopping for clothes. There was a small amount of running, a second short dog walk and a trip to the cinema to see Tina Fey wear a really pretty dress and run around in high heels. (Is there anything she can't do?)
It was peaceful, restful and wonderfully still. And today we were glad to get back to work. These weekends are all too rare in this house, so I make the most of them, especially as she is muttering about painting the kitchen.
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it sounds really nice and i concur, but it only works if you have a) good dvds b) a good book and c) allowed to eat as many crisps as you want without scrutiny.
ReplyDeleteotherwise there are tears before bedtime.