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Some days I just want to listen to music as familiar as an old coat.

Knowing every lyric, each inflection. Singing along whils the rain washes down.

It's been a wonderful weekend!

What a way to spend my weekend.

On Saturday we slept late and snuggled. Got up and pottered about before heading into the Valley to have yum-cha with Harley from the Mayhem crew and a few other random ravers. Post yum-cha beers (vodka, lime and soda for the soiree's only femme) and chatter, lots of fun until it's time to go. Decided to walk to Spring Hill to visit Ms. Poppins, our favourite doyenne. Got slightly lost and ran into Ty from the Godspeed recovery - lovely to catch up - then met the Jilly miss on the way to her place, by freak of coincidence. Coffee and conversation at miss_verucasalt's turned into Viet for dinner at West End, then finally it was home. A day of faultless company, the only complainant my poor liver.

After a failed attempt at sleep, I spent a large portion of last night cleaning up the kitchen and pottering about before following the 2nd star on the left and straight on til morning. Awoke at a reasonable hour and donned my domestic goddess wings. Scones for morning tea turned into lunch, then we hit the garden, fresh from a few days of precipitation.

We weeded and planted our miracle bulbs (having sprouted in the garage, where they'd been withour soil, water or sunlight since late June), liberally applied the chicken manure and mulched up to our eyeballs. We then potted out seventy-five chilli seedlings. After all that I felt rather like miss zenandtheart and was up to my armpits in garden goo, damp from the still-drizzling rain. So I grabbed the scissors and walked down the hill to the neighbourhood rose bush - red, red roses that smell divine and flourish with minimal fuss. I cut myself enough for the vase and inflicted myself with a nasty injury: I stood on the biggest, meanest, natiest rose-thorn imaginable! Of course I was barefoot.

Limped back home and luxuriated in the shower before we dashed out to do the shopping. Came home and welcomed in the evening with Jeff Buckley, blue cheese and pinot noir. Now this is living. Cooking up a dinner of chilli con carne (is this what you 'merkin's mean by chilli? This 'strayan is confuzzled.) and discussing late '90's television hits (This Life, the Late Show, the Lakes). Weekend most satisfactory and now it's nearly time to go back to snuggling and listening to the rain.

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