On Saturday afternoon I was trying desperately to avoid getting on with things - the weekend isn’t for working and you can only wash the car so many times.
I quickly came to the conclusion that the cure for my boredom should be cheap, simple and quick to get into. It was at that point I drove to Southampton.
Maybe my plan didn’t meet all the aforementioned criteria, but it worked out just fine. The beautiful weather made for great driving and three hours and a bit later I was in a pub with Dan and Steve, who I’ve not seen for a good few months, and it’s been over a year since we met on their home turf.
On Sunday Dan and I played a sneaky nine-hole at the local golf club, had some lunch, bought him a Mac, watched Massa ruin his race at the GP then head on home in time for tea.
I was a little surprised how much I managed to eek out of the weekend. Usually, if I plan to do something big or chunky timewise, I am bound to think it must be tackled on Saturday morning otherwise it simply won’t fit, but I was wrong. A late Saturday departure and six hours driving in glorious sunshine there and back made the whole weekend last much longer.
I might try that again sometime soon.