I love it when I wake up thinking I have to get up for work and then it dawns on me that it's still the weekend and I can stay in bed. Ah, joy!
That happened to me this morning...I just wish I had realised it was Sunday before I jumped up, rang work in a panic and left a voicemail message saying I'd be late because my alarm didn't go off! D'oh! I got up, made the call and went to the loo before I twigged that I didn't have to go to work. What a dill.
I didn't go back to bed though. I've been annoyed with myself for sleeping too late for the past few weekends so I resisted the urge to crawl back under the doona (quite an effort considering I only had about six hours sleep and I'm still getting over my lurgy).
I went up to check out the new market at The Corner Hotel (felt odd being in the dim, sticky-floored band room before noon) and then I walked up to Chapel Street in the sun. I loitered around Borders for a while and, of course, spent more money. I bought three more Dr Seuss books and The Paradox of Choice: Why More is Less by Barry Schwartz.
Then I met a friend for lunch at Bridie O'Reilly's and I had the most perfect winter comfort food - fat slices of corned beef atop of a pile of creamy potato mash and cabbage cooked with bacon, all smothered in a tangy wholegrain mustard sauce. It was scrumptious.