In which Sarah takes the day off work because she can

And because she has lots of annoying grown up errand type things to do. At the moment I'm waiting at home to sign a contract for the washing machine hireage. *Yawns*. I need to read some trust documents. I'm seeing a lawyer around lunch time, so sign aforementioned trust documents.

I can't get over how much like the weekend it feels. Yesterday was amazing awesome - breakfast and coffee in bed; sitting in the sun talking shit, listening to music and drinking endless pots of coffee with Henry and Mark and Callum and Isabelle and Julia and Bella; walking home in the sunshine; having Tom and Mum and Luke over for tea; dinner with Dad and Tom; a bottle of wine with Shannon... and everyone in fabulous good moods, and I feel like stretching my hands up to the sky and sighing filled with Vitamin D and deliciously satisfied.

Today I might bake a cake.