I’m amazed to find that I have the whole of a Saturday afternoon off, off from cleaning something or shopping for stuff or pretending to know what I’m doing out in the garden. I say I have it ‘off’, but I suspect that if I made a list, there would be plenty of chores to fill my Saturday afternoon off, but I’m not going to make the list. Not today.
There’s the great thing about being a grown-up kids: you can do what you want. When I was a youth, I dreamed of this day when nobody could tell me what to do. I’ve sat by the river and drunk a can of A&W root beer (imported from the US, so at a dear price £1.20), and I’ve downloaded the new Alabama Shakes album so far. What other crazy things will I dream up then? I might lie on the sofa and read a book, possibly with a cup of tea and a chocolate biscuit. The world is my oyster, and those dandelions growing all over the back garden lawn look pretty damn good to me.