A sprint towards the finish line

Going nowhere and doing nothing


I loved reading this recent post on Raining Sheep, I was interested in the things that shape someone else's day and it got me thinking about my own weekend pleasures and rituals.


My favourite weekend ritual is a slowly paced Saturday morning breakfast, sometimes pancakes, sometimes eggs, maybe something altogether more exotic. Breakfasts that take a little longer to prepare and can be enjoyed at a slower, more relaxed pace than during the week, breakfasts that are more of a pleasure and less like re-fuelling. After the children leave the table I tend to sit on for a while, in no great hurry to tidy up, sipping coffee and perhaps reading a book or flicking through a magazine while the radio hums in the background.


I must confess that my very favourite weekends are often the ones were that involve going nowhere and doing nothing. Last Saturday I did not leave the house once, it rained an incredible amount and the house was warm and cosy. I did nothing more taxing than help Tilly bake a cake and then let her lose with the decorating materials.


To my great surprise she was rather restrained, I decided to reign in my control freak side and let her run with it so it was quite a relief to see that she had exercised considerable contol in the matter of pimping her cake.