Where do all the weekends go?

Monday, January 27, 2014

Weekends seem to disappear faster than any other day of the week. I think it's a giant conspiracy, engineered by a multinational corporation that exists only to get us to work more, and sleep less. No fun for you lot! That's their motto. Grumble grumble. 

Clearly I'm feeling a little tired, and a bit dazed by Monday. Monday, already. It was Friday afternoon, not so long ago. The days, no doubt, are actually shorter on weekends. They must be. It's the only way. Because, if you think about ...


By the time you've wandered around London Bridge, bought essential South African supplies from the Savannah Shop, had lunch at Borough Market and gazed up at the enormous glass shard towering up into the cloudy skies ...


By the time you've knitted your way through two movies (one back panel, and two fronts: done!)...


By the time you've pre-drafted loads of lovely Merino/Bamboo fibre into little piles of fluffy loveliness...


And by the time you've spun up only a teeny-weeny amount of it before getting tired....


And, by the time you've finished piecing the 12 individual blocks for your quilt top...

Well, by the time you've done all that, you've run right out of weekend. 

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