Sunday evening weekend review

How was your weekend?

You’ve either had an active or an inactive weekend?

Or maybe you’ve had a weekend where bouts of activity were mixed with high-intensity periods of manic stuff?

The latter combination describes my weekend, but I’m sitting here feeling totally wasted.

Saturday was a washout, the rain hammered in; at least we remembered to change the clocks before we went to bed (though Gargoyle brings his own perspective on the time change here).

I planned to do an early podcast but when I picked up mail before breakfast there were three soundfiles from Citronella and I wanted to use two of them straight away.

Except I needed to manipulate them and that took a while and a fair bit of fiddling.

But I’m so appreciative of them – and towards Citronella for her contribution – that if I say thank you one more time I’ll start to sound way too gushy.

But I think they worked, don’t you?

I was talking to a guy in Swindon – Nick – about the podcast during the week, he asked how it was scripted.

He looked amused when I said that it isn’t scripted at all!

Still, later than I’d planned the podcast went out – it was on iTunes within 15 minutes, how excellent is that?

In the early evening I had to perform surgery on the laptop – and we’re talking a serious level of command-line surgery.

I guess the laptop replacement gets a little closer every day. 🙁

Anyway…

Sunday morning – this morning – we drove in to Worcester for a very late breakfast and made a stunning discovery.

Cawardine’s.

They do an all-day vegetarian breakfast – which is good enough, right?

Right.

But what if, while you’re sitting there eating your all-day vegetarian breakfast and sipping your hot chocolate…

What if they put out the best soundtrack?

What if they put out the soundtrack to your life while you’re eating (and reading the Sunday morning newspapers)?

Wouldn’t that be brilliant?

And so, my friends, it happened just like that.

And it was truly brilliant!

Good food, good writing to read and a kick-arse soundtrack.

Afterwards we wandered through Worcester and when we’d had our fill of the place we drove slowly drove back home.

This afternoon I went to the yard.

Stone me, the yard – normally the quietest place ever – was buzzing with people.

But it was all good; gossiping, tea-drinking and general chat was had.

The big yard news is that Trish (the spritely 72-year-old) has decided to get back in to the saddle – competitively – and take up jumping again.

I’m full of admiration for her.

We might go cross country schooling next weekend.

Vin got schooled in the arena.

I’m a little concerned that he seems to have started throwing his head up; nothing’s changed in his diet, he’s 100% sound and very happy.

The only thing is it was a very bright day today – and I seem to remember he threw his head around a little last summer.

Anyway, we pressed on and he worked himself through it – which is excellent – but I think I’ll call the vet tomorrow to sound them out about reactions to bright sunlight.

In case you’re wondering we didn’t get to Stafford Horse Trials – it was cancelled as the ground was waterlogged.

Outside of all these goings-on, we’ve watched two films this weekend, eaten very well, cuddled lots and generally made each other laugh more than I could even begin to tell you about.

And I’ve had an idea for a short-ish novel; it’s gritty and I’m not sure there’s a ready readership for it.

Over the next couple of weeks I’ll put together the usual two synopses and float them around to canvass potential readers views.

I’ve started listening to music for next week’s podcast too but, on that front…

I’ve had a very nice ‘thank you’ email from Michelle Parish, for playing her track Every Song on the Radio.

Flattering, but unnecessary; it’s a very gorgeous piece of work.

And now it’s 23.10 – way past my bedtime, but I don’t want to go.

I’m sitting on the couch, Soph’s beside me and I feel so…

Comfortable.

I hope your weekend was as excellent as mine has been.

B.