Running

Running is good and all, no doubt. But look what havoc it wrecks! And all this muck still hasn't gone despite scrubbing away to glory.

Hound of the Baskervilles

Half way through this book, I was half scared, half jittery, half dying to know what would happen next. It is one of my favourite Sherlock Holmes stories. Of course, when you are a kid of 12, silly things like hounds can scare you senseless. You can't get scared of all that when you are a mature responsible adult.

Mostly, anyway.

So here I am, a Modesty Blaise in flesh and blood, living in a swanking apartment in a quiet neighbourhood. All is well until midnight strikes. And then, the night silence is shattered by the ominous baying of a million dogs.

Owww...Oooo.....oooooooooooooooooooooooo

Let me tell you, when the confederation of mongrels decides to hold an olympic baying match in the wee hours, it takes all your willpower to not scramble in a mad dash to hide under the bed.

So I do what any mature responsible adult does - plug my ipod in at a really really loud volume, dunk my head in half a dozen pillows and pray.

And somewhere in the midst of all that chaos, blessed sleep washes over.

Lazy Lazy Lazy

In other words, LAZY! That's generally how I prefer my weekends. Nice and slow, late mornings and later nights, books, movies and shopping galore!