Saturday brought an early morning and a visit to hairdresser extraordinaire Paula who worked her magic and I am now channelling Mia Farrow from Rosemary's Baby -- or her hairstyle anyway. It's my new favourite thing. Had a farewell lunch for Fran as she heads back to Australia for a 3 month visit with her family. Farwell (temporarily) to Fran!! We'll miss you!! Ran a pile of errands and Marc, who felt in the mood to cook, whipped up a great dinner and we spent the night hunkered down watching many, many episodes of The Wire. Which is great. The Wire = great.
Sunday brought a pancake breakfast, 4 loads of laundry, and one of the longest baths I've ever taken in my life. And product heavy too. You name it and if it was meant to go in the bath in any form, I used it. Marc, in his continued efforts to make me better, made me a deliciou homemade spinach and asparagus soup for dinner. I feel more iron-filled as we speak. I topped of the day with making myself a French Martini and watching The Simpsons. I may even have another one tonight. Sunday turned out to be surprisingly lovely. One of those days where nothing out of the ordinary happens but the day still manages to rank right up there. I could do with many more days just like Sunday.