Saturday. The reward we get for working hard all week. The Saturday papers in bed, brunch, perhaps a movie curled up on the couch in the afternoon followed by an evening partying. Well, I'm sure someone, somewhere did that. Someone who didn't care about the washing, cleaning, family feeding etc that certainly doesn't stop because the calendar says it's not a "work day". Actually it could have been me but only if I had a time machine and went back to a previous version of me I would barely recognise. That me would be astounded at what now constitutes the high points of a really good Saturday.
There was a walk to the vet to take the Fur Friend for a hyrobath. Another walk down to South Bank later for the Harvest exhibition where I shared a shared a cheese and dessert platter and enjoyed browsing the Gallery of Modern Art exhibit with my friend Christy before walking back through the Out of the Box Festival and home through Musgrave Park. The night time entertainment was a Cabaret where my Drama Teen was performing a solo with male backing singers and a band. Fittingly enough he was singing Runaround Sue. That about sums it up. And to think once it was Sat-All-Day Saturday.