Turns out, this was the low light of the whole weekend - not that much was done.
Just the good things were good. Really good. Lovely good.
Saturday saw me toddle of to the pictures. I'd heard good things about "The Intouchables."
These reports were warranted.
Possibly the best film I've seen all year - if not in the last five years. It's now up there as one of my favourite films. Ever.
From a review on IMDB - as I don't have the words. "This is one of the most unique, beautiful and honest friendships ever committed to film. It will make you laugh, it will make you cry... a delightful celebration of everything in life that makes it worthwhile." This sums the film up well.
Incredible. Sublime. Brilliant. A film that brings joy and restores faith in the human spirit. Just see it - and don't be put off by the subtitles or tag it as another French film. I also dare anybody to not cry just before the closing credits.
They've done an amazing thing here.
Having a sleep in with the cat this morning was lovely. Squeaky Puss, deciding she was cold, decided that climbing under the covers and using my armpit for a pillow was a good thing. Despite not really liking having a cat under the duvet with me, that was rather cute.
After a decent session at the gym, catching up on the washing and other bits of housework was enjoyable. I've got a conference next weekend so I won't be able to make Pump next weekend - it's a part of Sunday morning that I miss if I don't get this class in.
This afternoon, round to Blarney's to catch up with her and Barney, the boys and Maow Maow. Barney's parents. Edith and Reg are over from Tasmania and it was great to see them again too. Lovely people.
The icing on the cake - a lamb roast with all the trimmings. I can't quite remember when I last sat down at a table for a home-cooked meal. The only thing missing, which Edith and I both made comment, was the mint sauce - home made of course - with fresh picked mint, hot water, vinegar and sugar - just as Edith and I used to make as kids. Both of us had the same story about how we had to go to some wetlands - in her case, across to her uncles place at the bottom of the hill - for me, it was down to our swamp near the water pump, to go and pick the mint.
After dinner, I got my mandatory cuddle with the Maow Maow before coming home.
Simple pleasures to be treasured.