Okay – so here’s the plan –
Friday – spend the day with my clients pointing at taps and light fittings going ‘ooh loverly’ and ‘hmmm not sure about that’ – then jump in the car, drive very slowly and carefully to my truck (conveniently parked at the beach), grab a surfboard, throw on a wetsuit and surf. Then drink a large brandy, a small coffee, maybe a fruity cocktail and go to bed.
Saturday – get up and go for a surf – then drive (again very slowly and carefully) to the Algarve – surf again – then meet Lars for his birthday barbeque – drink a small amount so I don’t have a hangover – play blues harp and guitar for a bit – go to bar (without drinking too much again) – go to bed again.
Sunday – get up feeling fab and perky – go for a surf – then drive (you know how) to Peniche – surf again – then drive home (not forgetting to go to bed).
Monday – get up and head to work feeling fresh as a bunch of daisies.
Personally I’m detecting several weak points in this plan but they do say that failing in an endeavour is a growing experience. I’m sure I shall be feeling very grown up indeed after the weekend.
I didn’t surf today.