But FG and I had the most decadent weekend we have had in ages!
On Saturday we didn't have to rush around to get the house ready to be invaded by smelly creatures (otherwise known as rpg gamers). I didn't have to cook for them or pretend to be interested in yet more chaotic stories of their strange lives and once again tell them off for making so much noise and interrupting as FG valiantly tries to push the story onward whilst they carry on at their own regard.
Instead, we got up, packed Sparrow in the back of the car and drove off to the lovely village of Eynsford, for all intents and purposes to go see an ancient ruin, walk around some foresty bits and come home. Well, as usual, we couldn't find the ancient ruin, but we did find a stunning park with a gorgeous forest and golf course. The walk was wonderful, really steep in some parts, muddy with a few other people out for some air. Och, what a day - the mists came in and wandering around this forest was like being in a different world. We were mesmerised and have fallen in love with the general area. Eventually though, hunger forced us onward, and we left, muddy, sated with the beauty of where we live and desperate to get home for some tea.
We headed home and I ran into Sainsburys to get sumat for dinner and the cleaner was very upset with me as I clumped mud everywhere from my boots as well as the legs of my jeans.
Sunday was a day of sheer indulgence. Slept late, lazed about, read the newspapers, slept some more - it was bliss. I really miss having weekends like these where you are free to do whatever you like, as much as you want to, or nothing at all.
Here's to two weeks' time when it happens again!
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It isn't a Proper Day Out unless you get lost. You should know that by now.
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