It's been a busy few weeks lately so all I'm looking for this weekend is some time to chill.
So far it's been great. I went for a jog with a friend, had tea, pottered about a bit, did some house-worky stuff.
But most of all I am waiting for a delivery.
After years of perfect service, my kindle played up majorly this last week and I panicked.
Actually that should be "PANICKED" because, well, it's not like I'd run out of books to read if the kindle isn't working. And also, after some talking to, it seems to have gotten a hold of itself and decided to start working properly again.
But anyway, I wish the delivery driver would hurry up.