A long weekend, and a long weekend without the need to go anywhere, or to do anything (decorating-wise). A long weekend, just to be; to enjoy. And I did.

Mostly this weekend I have been reading, and I have been writing. I have done the littlest amount of gardening, and I have sat in my lounge, and in the garden, and simply enjoyed being. I have plotted stories, and I have read about Hans Christian Andersen. I have wondered what it is like to play guitar, and wondered whether I could…?

I have booked a hotel in Timisoara for the start of my holiday, and paid for flights there and back. I have also selected the system details for my new laptop and secured a quote – tomorrow, cloud_less, I will order it…