With apologies to those for whom it is NOT your friday.
Dense fog here so on the train instead of cycling in. Powering through work, leaving early and enchiladas for dinner is about the extent of my plans today. Then:
friday - easter egg hunt somewhere with various young relatives
saturday - getting up horribly early for autism friendly history of gaming exhibit at the science museum
Thursday - Study for exams, then playing with NOT EARTH tonight.
Friday - ???
Saturday - Wait in for a delivery, then it’s an ATD’s 30th birthday celebrations.
Sunday - ???
Monday - Start repairing two bass guitars which were donated to our library.
Gonna have so much maundy today. It’s gonna be the best! Well, actually, we’ll be having a quiet one today, but still, what a Thursday is our Friday to have. Off to Bognor Regis tomorrow for lunch, then back to Reading, for our traditional Good Friday evening of whatever it is we end up doing on Good Friday evening. Probably won’t be much, mind, as on Saturday we’ve got a friend’s 30th down a pub on the canal. Chances are that will be a lot of fun. Easter Sunday looks like it might play host to a festive BBQ, just as Jesus intended. Not really sure about Easter Monday, they didn’t mention that at Sunday School.
Today is my Sunday Not much going on today, got a shop being delivered and need to pick up a parcel and that’s it really. Might get the garden chairs out of the shed.
Friday - work
Saturday - work
Sunday - work
Is the plan for this one thread to cover the whole weekend? That’s rubbish.
Feeling marginally better other than the hacking cough, so back into work for my Friday before 2 weeks and 5 days glorious time off spent at my parents’ home doing very little. No doubt I will spend 95% of my time here.
Today’s my Saturday! Though I always get a bit confused because what does that make tomorrow?
The invite to go down to my dad’s house to celebrate his 70th birthday never arrived. So we’ve got a five day weekend here with no particular plans. You know the sorts of things we get up to on our days off. Five days of that.
Well it is isn’t it. Who’s going to be arsed by Saturday when it’s groaning under the weight of 800 replies about Easter eggs and how long everyone’s been in their pyjamas for. I’m just jealous, obviously.