It’s Friday night and Hubbyji and I are both sitting on the bed with our dinner plates, watching a new war drama movie- Hacksaw ridge. It’s a warm night and I have opened the bedroom window that opens to our balcony, to let the gentle breeze in. Continue reading
I sneeze into my handkerchief for the hundredth time since morning. It’s flu season in Ireland and I too have caught the wretched bug. It’s Saturday and even though hubbyji is doing a fantastic job of taking care of me, being ill makes me downright nasty. Continue reading
Hubbyji and I are shopping at our local supermarket on a Saturday evening and we are in a pretty relaxed mood. We bicker about the choice of our ritual Saturday night movie, about the dinner options and agree upon flipping the coin to decide who among the both of us will be making the Sunday morning tea, the following day.