Monday

A tiny part of me is dying every Sunday evening along with the movie I´m watching. I can feel it through my body, a kind of sadness without reason. I hate Mondays, you see. They represent the end of everything that´s fun while resuming work and routine.

This Monday though was nothing less than perfect. I didn´t work until 12 and even then just for a couple of hours, so I could walk Sam for a whole hour in the morning and eat breakfast for a change. After hours, I bought groceries for a goulash and went to the hairdresser. For three whole hours I was pampered and entertained, had my hair dyed and cut and got to read everything about the new trends in fashion and interior. I felt fresh and light and happy, so I payed Anette a visit at Reprise, the coolest second hand shop in town, and stumbled upon the most beautiful scarf I´ve ever seen! Pure silk from Emilio Pucci at a quarter of the price it costs in the shops!  I´m so happy I envy myself for that purchase!

After having made a prima goulash and treated myself with a facial mask, I sat down with a magazine and a glass of prosecco and felt a quiver of bliss. Let the week begin, I´m ready for it!

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