After a week that seemed so long, I thought years had passed, the weekend comes only as a relief. The thought that you can sleep for however long you want and that you will not be woken by the words “You are going to miss the bus today!” is beautiful. I live for the weekend. As soon as I wake up on a Sunday, I start counting the days to Thursday. I think ‘Weekend Sickness’ is a universal problem, which does not have a cure.

The perfect weekend for me is lots of music, words(Including ‘wizards’ or’wand’ or even ‘demigods’ is great), fun and sleep. The fact that I haven’t seen my perfect weekend for ages is thoroughly depressing. 

Hopefully, this will be one of the best weekends I have had in a long, long, time. (Fingers Crossed)