Write a four line poem about: the weekend.
Busier day today, as I expected Saturday to be. Ended up with only four loaves of bread, a couple epis, and five ciabatta buns. The shop closed at 3 (instead of 4 like the last three days) and I managed to get out of there by 3:40 without having to rush too much.
Very much looking forward to having the next two days off, to spend time with my family and to maybe hopefully possibly rest.
It comes with promises
Of rest, of freedom, of fun;
Quickly, let's do it all
Before the weekend's done...