What a Pleasant Weekend

I am one of those, who like to reward themselves from time to time. And guess what, luxury detergents work great as rewards. Actually this is really clever: turning laundry into a task de luxe, since you have to anyway, but you turn it into something you look forward too, thanks to the heavenly scent.

The following photo is NOT out of focus, you might need to take a closer look:

The ice-cream maker

Home made cream-cheese-Oreo-ice-cream on a friday evening equals reward.

When Friend B's brother told me in the phone he had a souvenir from London, I had no clue...

Readers in London might turn away in horror, but over here in Austria, we can laugh about it.

Mmmh, coffee. Weekend equals extended breakfast. One pot is never enough.

The morning we went for a brisk walk in the Vienna woods. The walk + lots of icecream + damp air + following shower knocked us all out. =Naptime. I took a nap during the afternoon, Mr Paula is napping right now. Ahhhh, I love naps. They scarcely happen around here on the weekend, more likely during vacation. We are probably lacking sleep, due to the construction site vis-à-vis.

I am an inveterate optimist. Unpleasant realities get repainted by pleasant images. No matter how annoying the truth is, there is always room for another, solacing version of the story.
This is the quiet construction site at the weekend. Weekdays I could see workers, making a lot of noise on the rooftop vis-à-vis. But I simply can't.

All I can see are dozers.

In the end there is only room for Red, never getting tired of observing them.

I guess I am always lucky. Must go, the oatmeal cookies in the oven call for me.