It's a great way to end a week, cry over spilt milk, psychoanalyse and forgive detractors, laugh like maniacs, plot, plan, scry the future and jot things down in our calendars.
Last week, I kept thinking there was something I should be doing, at around ten-thirty-ish. But there was no Margo to visit, so I went out instead. To the grocery, the stationery shop, anywhere! And yes, I went to Margo's flat, where I gradually cleaned things, removed foodstuff, threw away obvious garbage (parsley expired in 2006, anyone?) stripped the beds, and watered the plants. I took three bags of cabbage and half-packets of baking soda home, where I will use them up eventually. Unfortunately, no hidden boxes of chocolate, chests of jewels or cases of wine have been found.
Margo does not go in for clutter and has always been tidy so there really isn't that much to do there.
I've been applying for jobs. Send awesome job finding vibes!
This morning, my house needs tidying. I went on strike earlier in the week from picking up boys' socks from the floor, and as soon as the darlings are up, we will be busy bees. Then we'll do nice things together this afternoon. I love weekends!
Edited: Bubble recipe here. That post is from 2008, and I just nearly died laughing reading the comments!