Friday night, Saturday morning
3 September 2005 @ 10:56
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There is something magical about Saturdays. I don’t understand it. Even when I was not working, or even when I was and had to get up and put on my greasy work top and cap and head to the Student’s Union cafe, I have always loved the feeling of waking up and it being a Saturday. Who knows why. Maybe it is because of the football, the papers, the car boot/jumble sales, or last year at least perhaps because it was the day before the day before Mr C had to go to work again. It is a mystery. Sunday is different, less good somehow, that is also a mystery. Oh well, later on Chicken and I will head over to my Nan’s to sort our stuff for the return to Huddersfield. Yesterday I did most of the packing for our imminent trip over to Tourrette to spend Chicken’s 21st birthday en famille (don’t think my French has improved, Chicken spelt that out for me!). The summer is coming to an end, and it feels quite exciting. |
