By Friday evening I'm usually totally worn out. My brain is frazzled from the norwegian (the language,not the husband!) and the thought of the weekend ahead feels like heaven.
A lie in, a long breakfast, a little road trip with a picnic, and some time relaxing at the cabin. Throw in a couple of fleamarkets and I'm a very happy camper!
P.s Yes, that is another Arabia kettle picked up for 10kr/£1 yesterday.