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.
3 comments:
oh dear - that's funny. :) Maybe you can sneak into work really early on Monday am and delete the voice mail message before anyone checks it? :) Almost beats the time when I slept in, and was in such a rush that it wasn't until mid-morning when someobody said said 'I don't know how to tell you...?' that I hadn't even realised I'd put my top on back to front PLUS inside out. :)
I personally think that the mustard sauce makes the corned beef.
I have th eopposite things in the mornings sometimes. I wake up on a weekday thinking it is the weekend!
Oh, that's strange...I went to the Corner Hotel market on Sunday too. Then I went up to Chapel St for a walk around and a bit of a shop. Snap!
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