Saturday Nights

Well, here we are. Saturday night, and I'm doing what I should be.
Packing you say?
Well of course not! I have the house to myself as I usually do on a Saturday. (daughter #1 goes to the boyfriend's) So, this particular evening, rather than sit and feel sorry for myself, I cracked open a nice shiraz, poured a glass and packed......
Of course I never!! The shiraz bit is correct, but I kinda lied about the packing, well, not lied as such 'cause I did think about it, but the tunes were switched on and that's as far as it got. At least I thought about it!
So, here I sit with a million things to do and a nice shiraz, well nice for an Australian one anyway. I usually go for Chilean but this one was on offer and who am I to refuse a bargain?!
Well, this week I powered through the coursework. Yay me! Still not caught up but nearly there. Any excuse for not packing eh?!
Oh, big news! As some of you know, there is no man in my life. Just two ex husbands and as I'm fond of telling people, two nice patio's in my garden which I won't be sad to see go. I hate gardening! I digress.
As I'm in a house, I have an attic, loft, room at the top of the house. Whichever you feel comfortable calling it but you get the idea. Well, my loft isn't floored as such but it does have 15 years of accumulated junk as well as humongous arachnids! Not good for an agoraphobe. (gives me the jitters just typing their name) I have no idea what is up there, but it really needs cleared out. and I certainly aint going up. Daughter #1 is the height of nonsense so she's no good either. So, I bit the bullet and called ex husband #2. It was an amicable split so we are still friends. We just haven't spoke in a couple of years. Anyway, I didn't quite call as text. I know! Coward's way out! But instead of texting back, he called me! Eeeek. It was all very pleasant and he's coming up to do the loft thing next Saturday. Wooo! I think! I'll keep you all posted anyway!
Well, time for me to go annoy my FaceBook chums for a while.
Laters x