And we’ll have fun, fun, fun …

Hooray for the weekend! Get up, run to and from the newsagent for the paper, feed the dogs, have breakfast, put the guinea-pig out, walk the dogs, change the beds, do the washing, hang it out, vacuum upstairs, bring the washing in because of the rain, go to the supermarket, put the shopping away, hang the washing out again, have lunch, wash up, vacuum downstairs, bring the washing in, walk the dogs, start the ironing, tidy the kitchen, do some baking, do some more ironing, take time out to watch my selection for the Grand National romp home in first place!, finish the ironing, feed the dogs, bring the guinea-pig in, cook supper, wash up, have a bath, go to bed.

It’ll be similar tomorrow, though if it’s fine I can mow the grass and dig the vegetable as well. If it’s wet as forecast I shall plant up the greenhouse and bake a cake instead.

It’s an endless whirl of hedonistic pleasure.