It’s Saturday morning, the only definite date in my diary is going to watch Norwich City play QPR at Carrow Road this afternoon. The rest of the weekend is free. But is it?
I have two reports to write, one of them for a meeting I can’t attend but starts at 12:00 today, a draining board full of washing up, a pile of ironing, a bike to adjust, batteries to replace as three items all failed on the same day, over 1000 unopened emails, a dog to walk, trees to prune, an allotment in need of attention, and a minor tsunami of tasks that are all part of my many and varied interests. Oh, and I have to pick up my newly repaired dentures by 14:00, the dentist having found them after losing them for a week.
I have already vowed not to have a drink this weekend after a heavy week of socialising, and then looking at my credit card statement. It looks like I live in a pub. I will, apart from walking Amber B’Starr-Dogg, maintain a healthy exercise regime and walk or cycle everywhere. I enjoy both, even with decrepit knees, back and hands, as long as I’m wearing the appropriate clothing.
So, thinking about it, no, I don’t have a free weekend but a lot of opportunities to do things, meet people, enjoy myself, and collapse in a satisfied heap at the end of it.
oh, and if anyone wants to meet to socialise, just call. Even if I’m on the ginger beer. Cheers.
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