A Saturday without studying or revising

We went to check an outlet on the other side of the capital. I wanted to buy a new pair of trousers, but after getting there, I realised I didn't need one, so I didn't want to splash out (a new phrasal verb I learnt today, thanks Ben) any money just because we were there. After knocking about for half an hour, we decided to grab some food at one of our favourite street food places, so off we went to the downtown area of Budapest. As we couldn't find any parking lot, we headed for home. Even though we didn't buy anything and the weather was rather windy, spending some time outside the house was good.

After coming home, we sat in front of the telly with the junk food we'd bought at KFC and, while we were watching another silly episode of Below Deck - a pathetic reality show about the crew on a yacht - we devoured our nosh. I then gave Ági a nice 1-hour 40-minute long foot massage and continued watching that silly series, and then I passed out. These weekend afternoon slumbers are exceptionally dangerous because one can nod off in a split second, but it takes hours to come to. Fortunately, I didn't make that mistake, so I could keep myself in a semi-deep doze.

I couldn't concentrate on my studies today, so I let the day go by without stressing myself with phrasal verbs or other topics. It was just as well, precisely what I needed.

Charlette hasn't replied yet, which makes me wonder why and what could happen. I hope nothing happened to them and they are alright!

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