I haven't worked for years now and every day is a Saturday. But, even so, weekends still have that special feel about them.
This last one has been especially enjoyable, with visitors of the family and feathered varieties, local walks, fundraising bakes, cards and presents, a farmers market to replenish stocks and pat dogs, tasty home cooked food and lots of it, coffee shop stops, charity shop finds.
The weather was glorious. The sun shone, the sky was blue, though for this lover of deepest, darkest winter, polo neck sweaters, the comfort blanket of choice, still featured.
Someone had the hump.
Nothing that a good long roll in the muck couldn't fix.