This is nothing to do with anything, or it's about loving life, maybe both. I know anyone not having to work at the weekend says they love weekends but these days I really do enjoy them. In the past I've not been all that bothered, a week was just a week, the weekend was fun but it was also hectic and involved squeezing too much in to too little time. Just recently though I've really started to get a lot from them. It's not all about lazing around, I can do enough of that during the week. We don't have a lie in or anything special for breakfast and we don't always have a day out, but they're just special.
It's all a part of our stripping things back and looking at what we want to do rather than what we think we should do. OK, sometimes we need to go off somewhere to buy socks, sometimes we "need" to watch Widnes but even things as fraught with danger as that can be fun if we structure the day well - like visiting Southport to play on the outdoor gym, or going to St Helens to have a look at Dream. Small no-cost tweaks. This may seem pretty obvious to a lot of folk but it takes time for us to slow down when we spend so much time with stress heads who are on the go all the time. It's the kind of stress you don't notice until the energy source has gone.
Last week we had a chat that lead to a long walk that lead to have tea and a hot cross bun in a cafe we'd never been to before near the beach, which lead to planning for future free time which lead to gardening which lead to more tea. And it was all inspired by the Ogre.