In which there is Saturday

[jadesfire]

*waves madly* Did you miss me yesterday?

*puts fingers in ears to block out deafening silence*

;D

Am at my mother's, sneaking onto her wireless for a few minutes before getting on with the day. I had a good time at Canary Wharf yesterday, and there's a whole post to follow this, probably entitled "last time I was here, there were cows". Because there were. Anyway, the course was good, as was the shopping, and I met an old friend for coffee, which was great.

Hope everyone's having a good weekend and I'll catch up on Monday. Any bets on the number of pages I'll have to go back on my flist? I'm going for skip=180... Also, I am informed that my Saturday morning treat of having breakfast in my pyjamas instead of having to get dressed is a strange one. Is it? Surely other people do stranger things on a Saturday morning (keep it clean, folks ;))

So assuming I don't get blown off my feet like yesterday, or buried under the pile of my old stuff in my old room and never manage to dig my way out again, see you soon!

*waves again*

Comments

[pwcorgigirl.livejournal.com]

Your treat is one shared by many. I have breakfast in my PJs every Saturday (truth be told, I'd wear my pajamas until noon every day if I could). Even my husband, who makes the Amish look frivolous, eats Saturday breakfast in his pajamas most of the time.

We should start a Saturday breakfast club at which pajamas are mandatory dress! :D