Something for the weekend

Last weekend was awesome. Not only was it my first day off in 12 days (we don’t count the 3 days when I was off sick because I couldn’t talk AT ALL, and it’s very difficult to clerk in A&E if you have completely lost your voice and feel like crap) but it was a nice day too, all cold and crisp and clear, just how I like it.

Andy had a band thing in the morning at a studio in Stockbridge which, although it meant getting up early to drop him off with his various drummer-man paraphernalia, was a good thing because it meant I got to have a proper day off. Beware, medical students, of sleeping through all your days off, which is very easily done but is kind of a shame, because you don’t get that many days off and it’s always nice to see daylight and have fresh air.

So while Andy was drumming his wee heart out, I wandered around the shops in Stockbridge and browsed the property. No, we cannot afford to live in Stockbridge (at least not unless we rent) and yes, I am aware of this fact, so don’t worry, but it’s always nice to look. I bought a lovely necklace and matching earrings which I may wear with a certain dress sometime in the future, and I bought Andy a wallet since his has holes in. Then I sat in a coffee shop and read the Saturday Times. Gosh, am I civilised or what?!

We went for lunch in the Grassmarket, in a wee restaurant where I used to work one summer when I was back from uni, and which has awesome sweet potato wedges among other things. After lunch we went to Andy’s house where his sister + husband + toddler son and his parents were waiting for me to play the piano for them to learn a few songs for a choir they were in for church the next day – Andy’s mum has, um, fully embraced the fact that there’s finally someone who can play their (very flat but in tune with itself) piano and has all but arranged a carol singing night for the whole family, Little Women-style. I’m dreading it! Must practice more.

In the evening we went to a birthday party (a nursery rhyme-themed fancy-dress 30th, no less) for one of Andy’s friends. We were Little Red Ridinghood and the Big Bad Wolf. No, I was not the wolf. Some people went all out, it was a really good party, everyone enjoyed it.

And that’s one of my best days ever, right there.

No medicine, just life. Aaaah, life. Enjoy it.

[The weeked got a little worse when someone drove into the back of my car on sunday evening, but apparently whiplash gets you a couple more days off work so I'm not complaining too much. I do like my job, honest!]