So, this weekend was one I would normally dread. In fact, it was one I was dreading, especially after losing Gatsby. It just so happened that I lost my best bud, and then a few weeks later, Bill and Mark were both going to be away, leaving me and Elsa on our own.
I was worried because I knew I'd feel lonely. Elsa is quite the outdoorsy gal, and you can never tell when she'll hang around, it just depends on what she fancies.
And it was the bank holiday. Everyone else had plans and I didn't want to push myself on anyone, and really, I just needed to buck my ideas up and stop being such a wimp about me-time. I swear I must be the only person who gets like this sometimes.
Luckily I had Mark around on Saturday, so while he had a lie-in, I woke early and pottered around downstairs.
We had plans to do a bit overhaul of the spare room, which had just become a dumping ground from when we started decorating the living room. There was stuff everywhere, a double bed that has never really been used, and, considering we'll be knocking through into this room, to make a huge kitchen-diner, we thought we may as well clear it and sort everything out in preparation.