Two Days Off

My weekend so far: a date with a Scouse solicitor; a cheque - at last! - from the Inland Revenue for one hundred and one pounds and ninety one pence; putting plants in the coldframe; five hours and a bottle of tinny wine trying to get a barbecue started; phone calls to Croatia; falling asleep in front of Match of the Day; waking up dehydrated at half past five with blankets half-fallen to the floor.