Of course, now that Matthijs finally got rid of his cold, I get one. It started last Friday with a sore throat and the sniffles. Didn't get better over the weekend. Not even with sleeping in, drinking tea with honey and staying warm in too much clothes. Of course the balfolk dancing on Saturday evening might have spoiled the efforts.

Last weekend was supposed to be a leisurely one. The weekend before I had cleaned out my room in my dad's house and managed to incorporate all the stuff that came out into my current household. (It was a whole Kia Pride, stationwagon, full) Did some clearing and cleaning up around the house, though we still have to do two rooms and the shed downstairs. Since Matthijs would be doing the light for the NSK theatersport, I decided that I would not spend the weekend clearing up on my own. So more free time for me!

Well, not quite. Managed to keep myself busy. Went to town Saturday morning (around 11 o'clock) to bring back a wrong bra that I bought the week before, and get back a correct one. Stupid French people! They use the same cup letters (A, B, C, etc.) but somehow they manage to mis-measure the width of the chest and thus have other numbers than we do. I managed to miss the F (for French) before the numbers and thought, 'aha this is my size', but the European measure, which we in the Netherlands hold on to and which I missed, read something different. Too small. And before you ask: yes, I tried the bra on before buying. But I wanted to buy two, so just grabbed a same size (apparently not) from the rack and went to the till.

Also did some other shopping. Finally found a pair of black boots that will actually close all the way to the top and will match nicely with a certain skirt I have. Bought some other stuff as well, while I was at it. Among which 12 candles and 7 bottles of lamp oil for upcoming Exodus.

Spent the afternoon sewing a new skirt for balfolk. I had some very nice green fabric lying around for ages, but it was too pretty to just make something out of it. Now I had a goal. On Saturday evening, as part of the NSK, a balfolk would be held with the Gonnagles, a nice deadline. Unfortunately there was no time and no inspiration to make a matching top, so I had to do with a black top. It still looked very nice though.

Sunday morning started with sleeping in until 10:45, after Matthijs had left at about 08:45. Had breakfast and then started to sort out some photos to glue into a 'photobook' (which was actually a sketchbook with semi-transparent paper between the pages). I have one shoebox filled with photos. Mainly from the preparatory training at Kampen, some of the Harderwijk-Znojmo exchange and a few of the EFF of 2000 and 2001, two Elfquest gatherings and my very first larp ever: Outlore. I was busy till about 16:00 and I'm not even halfway through all the pictures. But the sketchbook was full.

Went to the Vrijhof to see some theatersport games and after that went home again to make pancakes for myself. Tried to update Halda's spellbook and notebook, but soon tired of it and watched some tv. Went to bed at 22:00.

So today another day of work, with still a sore throat.