The perfect weekend

This weekend wasn't particularly eventful, or even exciting. Dave came home early on Friday after being away for two nights. We went to the bank on Saturday (see: extremely boring), went out to lunch which was overpriced and not that great. We walked to the shops, caught the bus home all on a really hot day when all I wanted it to do was rain. Sunday I went to pilates in the morning and then we walked to Clapham Common for a picnic. I did a lot of embroidery in the evenings.

But it was perfect. It's all I need. I'm sure in the future our weekends will involve going out again (but seriously, I can't even fathom having a hangover right now), but for the moment I'm happy with how things are.