Why are weekends too short?

Just got back to London having spent a great weekend with friends.

Friday night - chinese take-away followed by a couple of episodes of the Long Way Round for me and L; several hours of gaming for Hubby, I and C.

Saturday - C lent me A Certain Chemistry by Mil Millington ... very amusing! The author uses an interesting style where the protagonist speaks directly to the reader in an everyday chatty style. This is a giggle-out-loud book. I've also brought Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About home with me.

Saturday evening - L's birthday party complete with helium balloons. Have you ever tried to tie several helium balloons together for table decorations? Hehe ... tricky. Evening concluded by midnight pizza :o)

Sunday morning - bit of a gentle start followed by some Star Wars Galaxies until we had to catch our train home.

It's such a bummer that weekends go by so fast - I can't quite believe that it's almost Monday morning already.