Make weekends count

My instruction. Given to me yesterday by my husband as he got up from his usual Sunday morning seat tossing his newspaper aside (He gets it online on some kind of deal but still collects the hard copy from the Co-op). He said he was going for a shower, I said he hadn't finished his paper. He told me he'd finished it for now, we needed to do more on weekends, shake them up a bit. Well a lot actually, he said as he was going through the door.

"What's all this about?" I asked as I walked after him but he was halfway up the stairs and didn't stop to answer. I went back to my washing machine which was beeping to be emptied.

When I'd finished a few jobs I went upstairs for a shower myself and saw P was sitting at the office desk, door open, laptop on. I asked him what was wrong with our weekends and what had prompted his sudden 'seeing the light' moment. He said we should make sure to do stuff totally unrelated to work, take exercise, see family, do something voluntary, blah blah. He told me he'd just read one of the columnists in his newspaper, a guy he often says makes good sense his name's Luke Johnson and he's in the restaurant business amongst other things which is probably why P reads him although his column is not restricted to that. I said I'd read it later.

I did and it was very sensible but, I told my husband, we already do much of what he's saying but we don't put labels on it. "Hmm well we need to do more," was his reply. But actually he was already guilty of not following the advice he'd just read because he'd been sitting at his laptop and that nearly always means work related.

"Well a few changes should be made, we can discuss them later."

"Ok P, fine by me, maybe get something to eat after we've been to the cinema (we were going to see La Traviata apparently captured from the Teatro dell’Opera di Roma and showing this evening) and you can tell me all about it," I said trying to sound helpful. "As long as it doesn't stop me getting spanked, I like a weekend spanking."

"Spankings happen when they happen," said my husband, "they shouldn't be regimented."

Well I basically agreed with him but I didn't say it. I thought best to wait until our little discussion over a bite to eat and see what he had in mind. It may even have all blown over by then, I mean I honestly don't think our weekends are too dreadful at all. But they could be if spankings didn't happen:)

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx