Ah! Saturday morning. What a fine day it was. I woke up late in the morning–at around 8–without a hangover. I didn't have too much to drink, unlike Julia.
She was groaning and cursing herself as soon as she opened her eyes. I prepared a bowl of hangover soup for her. While she slowly drank it, I cleaned up the mess we had left in the living room yesterday and prepared a quick breakfast for us–buttered toast with some leftover beef from yesterday's takeout.
We then did our laundry and weekly deep cleaning of the flat. I started vacuuming the whole place while Julia began wiping the tables and rack. We were so engrossed in cleaning that we both got startled by a loud slamming on the door.
Julia quickly collected herself and answered my questioning gaze, "It's your mate."
"Oh! I didn't know he was coming." I turned off the vacuum cleaner and ran to open the door, my heart beating rapidly in excitement at this sweet surprise.
