For the last four mornings I'd woken up at 8am or earlier, in spite of what time I went to bed or intended to get up. So I was pretty knackered by Sunday morning. I didn't have much planned for the day, and intended to keep it that way.I arranged to meet a new friend for coffee, and we ended up having brunch in a little cafe on Liberation Square. It was exceedingly pleasant, including the cute little dog owned by the proprietor. He took me to an English bookseller nearby, and I was a little forlorn at the price of the English magazines, which were almost triple their UK price. No Esquire, Economist or GQ for me.
In the afternoon I decided to make a quick trip to Tesco. There I picked up three rose plants and the necessary accessories, which I potted up at home for the balcony. I'm very excited about seeing them come up in a month or so.
Later a friend popped over for a quick cup of tea, then left me to my own devices.
The evening passed peacefully, watching a little TV, falling asleep in front of it, and finally getting myself prepared for another week of work.
Lovely.
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