Despite my best intentions, I did have to do some work this weekend. Unfortunately, such are the consequences of climbing the greasy pole. I think I just need to accept this as an occasional thing and just get on with it, rather than becoming surly and resentful and avoiding it.
Other than slaving over spreadsheets, the weekend was full of footy (yay finals on free-to-air), yoga, a couple of open for inspections (we won’t be in a position to buy for at least another 6 months, but we’re researching), cooking the most magnificent slow-cooked lamb ever (from the wonderful Jennifer McLagan’s Cooking on the Bone) and generally chillaxing.
I do wish it had been longer, I’m not quite ready to go back.