Saturday mornings are good. Even if the sun is not shining. And the house needs attention. And my hair is looking like something more suited to an alien. And even if I have indeed been awake since 4.05am, for absolutely no fathomable reason.
I love Saturday mornings.
One thing good about waking so early, is that I don't have to feel guilty about spending x number of hours reading blogs, because the hours before 9am do not count. Not on Saturdays. This is a new rule I have made. I like it. Especially as it is now almost 10am. And no, I have NOT been barrelling about the blogging world for 6 hours. More like ...well...a few. And I have done the washing and the dishwasher and folded things..... and had 3 cups of coffee.
Yesterday, Jean came round for supper. Her house is in the final stages of renovation. That means the maximum amount of chaos as one kitchen is ripped out and the new one put in. And the entire content of her kitchen is in piles all over the house. So coming here was the sensible option. I had planned to do a bbq but the rain rather dampened my enthusiasm, so we had raclette instead. I have a new raclette, and I had everything ready, had chopped up the onion, mushroom, garlic and cheese, boiled the potatoes, and then discovered that it had a SWISS plug on it.
So it wouldn't fit in any adaptor in the house. Of course not.
So I did what any intelligent woman would do. I chopped the plug off. Then I stripped down the wire casing, stripped down the individual wires, and found a new plug, and wired it in and switched it on and...... voila! The little red light went on and the house was filled with the new-appliance-burning-off-the-factory-finish-odour. Delightful. It worked. I do like little red lights which mean things are working. Might I add that throughout my advanced "let's make this electrical thing work" tutorial, my son was hovering nearby saying things like... Do you know what you are doing? Are you sure you won't blow the mains electricity? Do you know which wire goes where?
I am a genius. Or more likely, I am a woman who is going to have a raclette, even if I have to leave my comfort zone.
And the raclette was indeed delightful. Jean thoroughly enjoyed her introduction to Swiss cooking. It is great. The best part is that everyone gets to cook their own food, so I had very little to do. I must have raclette parties more often. Winter is better though, as that grill kicks out a great deal of heat.
And if you ever happen to lay your hands on the most delightful of rose wines...Blossom Hill White Grenache, you will be forever grateful. Chilled.
I could write about work, but frankly, I can't be bothered. More of the same. Blah Blah. Saturdays are the day that work is NEVER mentioned. Another new rule. I am on a roll here. Rules are good, when I get to make them. I could write about global warming, the state of the economy, fuel prices, politics, deeply meaningful things. But I won't. Not today.
Today is going to be about fun and laughter and friends, and family and I am going to do stuff I want to do. My friend Glynis is celebrating her birthday today, and I don't care about the weather. I will report back later.
Have great weekend, everyone!