Have had a very busy, very fun, very delightful weekend.
Friday was cooking sticky spicy porkribs and catching-up with Megzz'n'Smurg and the hours between 9pm and 1am dissapearing.
Saturday was roast vegie cous-cous with haloumi and chicken w/ Meg &Jamie and MrAndrew and MissJimmy.
Sunday was markets and seeing Mouse&Tops&Jasper and then running away to the pub sans munchkin to catch up with my warcrack nerds including one up from Melbourne. Utterly beautiful weather for lounging around a beergarden, laughing and chatting. A few of us ended up at dinner at the always nummy Thai Phothong on King Street. nomnomnom.
The price to be paid for all of this is the return of the cough o' doom complete with throwing up. Seemingly I'm not completely cured and big big weekends make it all worse. Oh so worth it though.
I got to cook and eat and drink and most importantly of all, see a whole bunch of people I hadn't seen in a while for one reason or another. I feel a bit more connected again.