Oh, hello there. It's the weekend finally. Let joy be unconfined. I must do something with my free time this weekend. The trouble is I don't have a plan, and a man without a plan is like parrot with a rubber beak - amusing but unlikely to get on in life.
I do have plenty of domestic chores to perform, but this is really a last resort. I only turn to these when I need to bolster the old self-esteem a bit - like a weeping woman doing five sit-ups after having eaten an entire Swiss roll for lunch. And I think the weather's supposed to be okay this weekend too, so it'd be nice to get in amongst the great unwashed for a bit.
I could really do with a training ride on the velocipede, but that involves sweating and I'm not really in the perspiration zone at the moment. That's a May thing.
First things first - I'll ride home and start drinking. I'll work on the plan later.
