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Weekends

It's funny how sometimes it can just be a totally normal weekend (or weekday for that matter), and you turn around and say - I just love being where I am right now. We were floating about in our pool at 10pm yesterday with a bottle of good red wine, and that precise thought came to me. Paul had cooked me a fantastic dinner (and lunch for that matter) and I'd spent the day playing badminton, reading my book in time to finish it for bookclub, and swimming. That was when I thought just how much I love exactly where I am right now! (The picture on the right is the front of our condo).

I had a chat with a friend who is starting her first teaching job tomorrow, and she's (understandably) as nervous as I was three months ago. And I reflected, it's amazing how quickly you get used to doing something so dramatically different.

My friend SMS'd me today with a very good question (answers on a postcard please!) - why do people often put and 's' onto heaven (thus making it heavens), particularly in worship songs. Surely there is only one heaven... it had Paul and I pondering for a few hours.

Alpha on Friday was awesome, the guests have gelled and all enjoyed each others company. It was a great night and I can't wait until next week.

I'm reading 'We need to talk about Kevin' by Lionel Shriver for bookclub at the moment. It's very interesting and is written in a very unique style. Watch this space for updates. Book club is on Tuesday (so I'd better get a move on, I'm only a quarter of the way through), I'll blog more on Wed or Thur about my conclusions.

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