Life is Good
When the worst things that happen during your weekend is the risotto you make is so-so rather than gorgeous, the latest episode of Doctor Who is just OK rather than brilliant and you have to get out of bed at noon despite already having got milk and Sunday papers earlier, you know life is good.
I applogise for sounding smug, but this weekend was a lot better than good. It was sublime. It contained a visit to the fantastic Borough Market, walking over blue bridges, watching most of the FA Cup Final on my favourite sofa and a host of transcendent moments I am not going to detail here.
My throat aches, I feel a bit rough and I should write an entry on David Milliband who has been behaving like a minor character from Edge of Darkness, but right now, I’m too tired and too happy to do anything other than get some sleep.
I applogise for sounding smug, but this weekend was a lot better than good. It was sublime. It contained a visit to the fantastic Borough Market, walking over blue bridges, watching most of the FA Cup Final on my favourite sofa and a host of transcendent moments I am not going to detail here.
My throat aches, I feel a bit rough and I should write an entry on David Milliband who has been behaving like a minor character from Edge of Darkness, but right now, I’m too tired and too happy to do anything other than get some sleep.
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