The Right Sort of Nothing

We planned a weekend of doing nothing. There's something ironic about that really, isn't there? Ah well. Since we seem to spend a fair while complaining that we never have any time to just stop and spend time by ourselves, not that I'm complaining about all the great weekends we've had with friends, it's just that sometimes it's great to stop and relax.
So that was the plan for the weekend. There wasn't anything in particular to do or anyone we desperately wanted to watch Doctor Who with, so we stayed at home. Steve washed the car, I hacked down the ornamental grass that needed tidying up a bit (and I have the scratches to prove it!), we tidied the house (a bit), we watched films and Farscape and Doctor Who and posted on PS and did some shopping while England played in Germany (great time to go clothes shopping I can tell you!), had a walk when it wasn't too hot on Sunday afternoon and bought cornettos in mini-Tescos and washed and ironed clothes and that was about all.

It was just fantastic.

Current BBC Shakespeare Play: Julius Caesar
Current Doctor Who: The Abominable Snowmen
Current Novel: Philip Pullman: Northern Lites