Faire le Weekend

I used to think that a planless weekend was something to savour after a heavy working week. As a bachelor I would relish the idea of a bottle of wine on the Friday night, the late morning, the hours of video games and going increasingly flighty on espresso, reading in the garden, the late night film, maybe a little exercise, a little shopping, in all probability another bottle of light and luscious italian red wine on the Saturday night.

Now let me tell you...married planless weekends knock all of this into a cocked hat, should you have a cocked hat handy. Even though a 'cocked hat' sounds like the sort of headgear that a shameless and brassy female friend might wear to a hen night or bachelorette party, let's move swiftly on.

The alignment of will in what exactly constitutes a lazy Saturday lends a veneer of added pleasure to sloth and lethargy. Minus the bottles of wine and a playstation, I can honestly say this: there ain't no weekend like a lazy married one.