Sunday, the day after yesterday

You know how some weekends are just good from start to finish? Well, this weekend has been one of those. There’s been no frittering of time doing really stupid, time-wasting things. It’s just been all, most definitely, good.

This afternoon, I headed down to Oxford, parking & riding into town (on my silver steed) to meet up in the cafe in St Mary’s Crypt for another play meeting. We spend most of the time working through Act Four, and it is getting so tantalisingly close to being fiinished. Then I headed back home to do a bit more writing, and check some emails, speak to my parents before they jet off to America for a bit, and suddenly it was 7 o’clock. And so I headed back into Oxford, this time driving into the centre to meet up with Clare for a meal, and a chat, and a kind of mini-leaving do. Very pleasant evening. Friends are nice. 🙂

Now, it’s time for bed, before waking up for my last day of paid employment. It’s going to be a funny ol’ day tomorrow, I can tell…