A normal enough weekend

Ah, I'd forgotten this. Waking up at the weekend with nothing to do, nowhere in particular to be. It really is most pleasing.

On Saturday we had visitors, and we wandered to a local park which was hosting part of the local all-city music festival. Our friends were playing with their band, and we just lay on the grass for a while and listened. 

In the evening, we said no to a dinner invitation, and sat at home by ourselves, dozing in front of the tv. Not something we do very often these days, but again, a much needed rest. 

We woke up with nowhere to be, and found ourselves in another cafe with some different friends. And then some other people appeared, and we joined our two sets of friends together (are you keeping track?)

Incidentally, I've been introduced to a new cafe. Not so new really, and I think I've written about it on here before, but this is the favourite haunt of a friend of mine, and I do so love to be introduced to other people's favourite cafes. 

This one has a little back garden with its own flower shop. 

I've already drunk many happy cups of tea here, and can see many more in the future. 

Still no house news. We're waiting for our buyer to accept an offer, and also nervously waiting for our own offer to be accepted on a house that we have fallen for, but that would require far more work than we've ever done in this one. 

I'm not so good at waiting. My mind is filled with 'what if...?' and 'should we...?' and 'would it be completely foolish if we...?'  

Lots of deep breaths (and much tea) required this week.