Weekend bliss

I was going to fill you in on a hilarious story of poor language skills and a dirt track leading to who-knows-where. I had thoughts of telling you about my parking ticket man in the centre of the city who calls me his "sister". But I have breakfast to make and deliveries to do so instead I'll just say that good weekends are made of the following:

delicious cheese, wine and charcuterie;

watching shooting stars in the spectacular night sky (no I can't tell you what I wished for);

complimentary upgrades to a suite with its own plunge pool;

crashing waves on the shore sending you to sleep;

watching the morning sky lighten as the sun comes up;

new freckles on my nose and cheeks;

a new and charming straw hat;

the arrival of a sister on her holidays (the sister's boyfriend's bag may not have made it but I'm sure we can sort that out)

Hope everyone else had such a good weekend!