Long weekend

Today is a public holiday in my part of the world, and I'm absolutely astonished at how productive I've been able to be when I have three days off work instead of two. So far this weekend I have:

Cleaned the bathroom

Planted lavender, thyme, mint, and rosemary in our garden

Gone through all my clothes and thrown out anything that's worn out, filled with holes or otherwise unwearable (I wear my clothes to death - there were some items that were fifteen years old in the latest clear-out, so nothing is ever in a state to donate to charity)

Gone through the massive stack of paperwork on my desk in our study, and sorted it all into folders, tidied it away, and thus cleared a working space in an area that has been covered with piles of paper for months on end

Cooked an extremely elaborate roast chicken dinner, and made a soup using the chicken bones and leftovers

Cleaned the kitchen, including wiping out the inside of drawers and the fridge

Done two loads of laundry

Written and queued up a book review for a new project one of my friends has started (the review isn't scheduled to post for a few weeks, but I'll link it when it's live)

Made plum-infused vodka

In other words, why can't all weekends be three days long?

Last week, Matthias and I went to the Norfolk coast with four friends. The place we were staying was in between Cromer and Sheringham, and although we were expecting pretty miserable weather, it was super warm and we were even able to hang out on the beach for a morning.

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All in all, the last week has been pretty great.