The reason I came home for the weekend was for my friend's twenty-first birthday. I needed the weekend because Saturday began with a trip to the hairdresser (or artist) then out on a wine tour (very classy) and finally to the pub (very seedy pub), Sunday was a recovery day. It took my half an hour (while still intoxicated) to remove all of the bobby pins and let my hair down and even then I did not get to sleep till very early in the morning. It was a good weekend.
So, today is Monday and I'm about to head back to my housesitting job. Funny enough I'm looking forward to it. But I'm also looking forward to the next weekend with my friends