There is nothing nicer than lying in bed for most of the day reading a library book that is one of my favourites and one I actually owned but was lent to an exboyfriend never to resurface again.

And hearing the fireworks go off in the distance knowing I could be out there somewhere watching the fireworks/bonfire displays for guy fawkes, but being indoors is so much warmer and cosier.

Especially after an all-nighter houseparty where the last guests staggered out at 5am, and the punchbowl was laced with absinthe and cherry brandy.

Weekends, the stuff holidays are made of. I’d quite like a month of weekends, especially now that ryanair is having (from) free ticket promotion. And of course, now that there is a better than ever reason to make regular trips to Berlin, long weekends and ticket offers will come in very handy.