The immense benefit of being an old baggage who is, theoretically, semi-retired is that we don't need to have very rigid plans in place for anything.
We do have things we "generally do on..." things that are sort of week wayfinders but mostly we get to march to the beat of our own drum.
Because a certain football match (no, not Bristol City vs Cardiff) was scheduled for Sunday at 4.30pm, rather than Saturday 3pm, there was the possibility of footage being shown on Sky Sports. If we go anywhere in Bristol for such events, we tend to go to King Street Brewhouse.
So, on Saturday afternoon I asked him whether he wanted to see the match. He hmmm'ed a bit and said he wasn't sure. We usually (there we go, "usually") go to Martha's on a Sunday afternoon and play games, and we had a few games we wanted to try. So, instead, we went round there on Saturday.
We got completely absorbed in our beer and games and, as a result, came back much later than usual.
Mind you, the pair of us arrived back convinced it was Sunday.
Today, the possibility of football was available but now the time approaches, the weather has arrived and the boy isn't keen. Looks like we'll lurk close to home and mostly try and avoid the rain.
This is one of the definite advantages of being older - I'm not sure it quite makes up for the knackered joints, and the inability to remember names as well as I used to but, you know, silver-lining...
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