friday: work steadily until 10pm, eat dinner kindly prepared by lovely Sardinian housemate (pappardelle all'amatriciana, untraditionally) drink half a beer, bed.
saturday: at desk by 8am, work til 10.30, wash up dishes from night before, breakfast, shower, put laundry on, collect clothes from sartoria where they've been adjusted to fit the new(ish) thin(ner) me, go to market, spend €25 on food, eat mortadella sandwich, hang out laundry, wrestle with heavy and emotional email from problematic friend, translate from 2 (Arsenal failing to beat Spurs in the meantime) til 8 when friend arrives for dinner, cook my pepper & sausage paella type dinner with spinach, eat, friend leaves at midnight, quick chat on msn, bed
sunday: up at 8.30, shower, breakfast, at desk by 9.15, work til 2, lunch, wash up dishes from lunch and from last night (every pan in house, it seems), turn on radio, clean kitchen while listening to bastard bergamaschi beating us 2-1 and handing title to the other more famous nerazzuri, clean oven (yuck), sort laundry, put winter clothes away into storage for summer, tidy room, clean room, wash floors all through flat, do hand washing of lacy things, sweat like pig, finish housework marathon just before 7. shower again. Off out for well deserved pizza now. Then either an early night and up & working by 7 or some more work tonight when I get in...
at least lazio got beaten at home, a big thank you to la Viola. Pretty scant consolation. am fucking knackered. hope your weekends were all better than mine.