I'm having a hard time at the moment. Today I found in my post box a hefty invoice from my lawyer while I thought the last hefty invoice would be the last, and last night I was dying for a barbecue but my leftover charcoal from last year was being difficult and not burning much so I had to give up in disappointed frustration (and hungry rage).
This morning, despite it being Sunday, I went in search of Le Routard guide to the UK. I thought Carrouf would be open on a Sunday morning. It has been, but today was not. One never knows with Carrouf. Every Sunday is an adventure. Will they be open or not? This is why I don't count on doing my weekly shop on a Sunday morning, probably. I usually have better things to do, like farting around overheating in my air-con free house.
I need the guide book because I'm going to be tagging along while my TWDB goes to the west country (should that have capitals?) for a few days next week. He's going to be looking after his daughter and suggested I come too. We'll be around Bristol, so I suggested spending a night in Cardiff which I usually zoom past on my way to Swansea every year but is supposed to be a vibrant and exciting city, a night in Bath, and a night somewhere in the Cotswolds.
We haven't booked anything yet but I feel we should have some idea about where to go, hence the Guide du Routard. Well Carrouf was unhelpfully shut, and Intermarche, which was buzzing with locals and tourists, had guides on Croatia and Turkey, but nothing north of Calais.
So after a thoroughly fruitless morning, we livened things up with some chilled rosé and home-made hummus from this site, some home-made in the bread machine then oven ciabatta rolls, and tomato/cucumber/avocado/parsley salad. The result was a thoroughly fruitless but pleasantly boozy and tasty afternoon ending in a snooze.
Do you ever have weekends like that? Thwarting and frustrating? I hate that. I think I'll give up and escape into my current book, Kavalier and Clay. I can't say I don't get enough rest...