If I hadn't had other things to do this weekend, I would've gone here for some constructive knitting.
Sadly, I was glued to my desk. Well, not glued exactly. I did sneak away to Richard's granny's house for a short spell of cake-eating and seeing lots of relatives, amongst them the redoubtable great-uncle Aubrey, who celebrates his 90th birthday today surrounded by sixty or so members of his clan.
I, however, have spent the day here.
They say a tidy desk is the sign of someone with work to do. If only that were the sign. Unfortunately, in my case indications include grating my finger along with a carrot because I'm in too much of a hurry and - my most endearing foible - telling everyone I meet the latest interesting fact I have managed to cram into my head in an attempt to lodge it there.
What did you do this weekend?
(By the way, see the little green-and-white creature overseeing my revision? One of these days, I'll tell you all about him. Right after I've tidied my desk).