(Nods to Douglas Adams…)
It’s Sunday, making tomorrow (as one would expect) Monday, which brings with it all the usual delights of getting up early, doing hair and makeup, scavenging a quick breakfast and screaming out the door on the way to work…
But not this tomorrow…
Nope, this tomorrow is that decadent indulgence, the recognition of a long hard slog and thankless toil, a gift from Her Majesty the Queen to this lowly servant… A Public Holiday. Or a Bank Holiday, or a Statutory Holiday, or… [insert colloquial description of choice]. Basically, a Big Fat Day Off.
In fact, for some reason, this holiday is a gift from the Q in celebration of her birthday!! Yippee… thanks luv!
So what am I going to do with my Day Off?
Work…
Yep… lots to do… not proper job work but fun stuff… I have wasted quite a lot of time this weekend going to the Art Gallery of NSW to view the Archibald/Wynne and Sulman hexibitions, lounging at GZ drinking coffee with Bet, cooking Bills Ricotta Hotcakes for Couch for brunch today, I have also been far too busy tidying my room, chatting on MSNGR to Pash who made me cry (in a nice way) and cooking cornbread muffins.
Tomorrow I really have to get busy.
I love those hotcakes. I’m gonna make ’em.
We had her b’day off last Monday. Why does she get two? I WANT TWO!
Oh, and cornbread muffins? Yum!
PS Been to Melbourne lately?
I am so jealous of your day off! Enjoy. Jane
I’ve always found it rather amusing we get the holiday and those in the UK don’t!
Busy, busy day! Hope you get it all done! I’m off to a monastery with the church — somewhat more relaxing!
I mean the honeycomb butter…
Why do you get a day off and we don’t? I mean to say, she’s our queen too!