What do you do when you have four days off and don't go anyhere?

Millwallawayveteran1988 said:
I had a week off in December when the missus was at work and kid was at school. I was tired after a long year working and did absolutely nothing other than take the dog for a walk and watch films and stuff. I love it. I don’t have a need to be doing loads of stuff all the time.
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Go on admit you're separated now as didn't complete list the good lady left for you to do
 
Lately I've taken up sailing/ windsurfing in a river/ outlet near me.

Nothing expensive like a sailboat that I have pay to park in a marina and fix for leaks to prevent it from sinking but rather just a cheap windsurfing board.

I enjoy being alone, getting the wind in my face and I like it for destressing.
 
One of my mates from work is taking a couple of days off next week but he hasn't told his wife. They've got three kids aged something like 5, 3 and 1 so he's gonna leave the house as if he's going to work and then just have a couple of days to himself. Genius.

Not sure how he'll explain coming home absolutely steaming drunk mind...
 
As someone with young kids this sounds like bliss.

To sit, ideally in the sun, with a cold one and just do nothing is a bliss that only men can appreciate and only women can ruin.
 
Nevizade said:
One of my mates from work is taking a couple of days off next week but he hasn't told his wife. They've got three kids aged something like 5, 3 and 1 so he's gonna leave the house as if he's going to work and then just have a couple of days to himself. Genius.

Not sure how he'll explain coming home absolutely steaming drunk mind...
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I've done that on a much smaller and safer scale - just gone to the coop and sat in the car park for a an hour with a can of coke listening to some music. Explained that it didn't have one of the ingredients we needed for our tea and that I had to go to another shop instead.

And before you ask, we had toast.
 
supercity88 said:
As someone with young kids this sounds like bliss.

To sit, ideally in the sun, with a cold one and just do nothing is a bliss that only men can appreciate and only women can ruin.
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People look at me weird when I say.. the moment you have a live in girlfriend.. your expenses triple at a very minimum!

But if you know.. you know!
 
supercity88 said:
I've done that on a much smaller and safer scale - just gone to the coop and sat in the car park for a an hour with a can of coke listening to some music. Explained that it didn't have one of the ingredients we needed for our tea and that I had to go to another shop instead.

And before you ask, we had toast.
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One of the lads who goes in the boozer is brilliant at stuff like that. He's a window fitter but does any sort of labour. One of his mates lives over the road from a boozer, and this guy lives over the road from him (if you can picture a row of terraces that eventually lead to a pub).

Not long ago he saw his mate doing a bit in his yard through his front room window and said to his Mrs he needed to speak to him about a job he was doing in his house. Went in the back straight out the front to the boozer for an hour and back the same route.

I hope I've done that justice.
 
Blue_Lightsaber said:
People look at me weird when I say.. the moment you have a live in girlfriend.. your expenses triple at a very minimum!

But if you know.. you know!
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I used the line, because it popped into my head a month or so ago when I was sat in the garden having a beer and after one swig my mrs decided we couldn't sit and relax in the sun on the one day we'd seen it this year - we had to do some jobs in the garden instead. Which meant going to the garden centre to buy flowers then plant them.

Was great looking out of them in the pissing rain the next day though.
 
Magicpole said:
I am currently on holiday for 4 days. No plan even considered to go away and I will tell you why.

To me, there are pleasures in life that don't get the credit they deserve. .

Being in your house, alone all day. Free from the need to chat. To do anything you don't want to. You can get treats in, good food, watch what you want. I sat out in my garden, after I put food out for my freeloading Pheasant, Golden Shoulders, a pair of Robins, Finches, Blue Tits and a Woodpecker, I call Woody, I'm so left field. The smaller birds and Golden Shoulders arrived and I sat with a cup of coffee and a herbal rollup and it was magic.

My apple trees are flowering and looking fantastic and my cat is sitting beside my chair, eyes fixed on the birds feeding, but she stays put when the pheasant is there. She looks at me and makes complaining meows. Pure ragin.

Its a bit chilly when the wind blows and today, its on a constant loop. No problem though, thats why woolly jumpers were invented. And I was esconsed in the expertly made; woollen said jumper and oblivious to that cunting wind.

I made a great lunch, put on a movie and am deciding what sweet treat to have with a cup of tea.

I will repeat a variation of today everyday and feel like I've made the right choice. I have only said a few words to the cat. She doesn't answer, or seek further clarification. Bliss. .

Whats you favourite way to spend a few days off.
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Sounds like most of my days as we’re retired, with our three beautiful cats.

You should sign up to the BTO garden bird survey, adds extra interest recording what you see each week for their scientific data.

Building Airfix kits is good, something to do while the missus watches the shit women enjoy on TV.
 
Semper aggressus said:
Sounds like most of my days as we’re retired, with our three beautiful cats.

You should sign up to the BTO garden bird survey, adds extra interest recording what you see each week for their scientific data.
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Love birds (except woodies) as a child being whelped as an trainee YOC-er and then progressing on to full RSPB membership with magazines freebies and trips out being the order of the day.

Anyway maybe not so much a garden bird but more the field and fare variety caught my eye yesterday and I spent a good half hour from the dunes watching its flight and ascention into its staged hover with the most amazing continous song belting out until its staged decent.

The Skylark and such a shame its now catagarised on the Red List :(

The Lark Ascending: George Meridith.
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George Meredith
He rises and begins to round,
He drops the silver chain of sound
Of many links without a break,
In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake,
All intervolv'd and spreading wide,
Like water-dimples down a tide
Where ripple ripple overcurls
And eddy into eddy whirls;
A press of hurried notes that run
So fleet they scarce are more than one,
Yet changingly the trills repeat
And linger ringing while they fleet,
Sweet to the quick o' the ear, and dear
To her beyond the handmaid ear,
Who sits beside our inner springs,
Too often dry for this he brings,
Which seems the very jet of earth
At sight of sun, her music's mirth,
As up he wings the spiral stair,
A song of light, and pierces air
With fountain ardor, fountain play,
To reach the shining tops of day,
And drink in everything discern'd
An ecstasy to music turn'd,
Impell'd by what his happy bill
Disperses; drinking, showering still,
Unthinking save that he may give
His voice the outlet, there to live
Renew'd in endless notes of glee,
So thirsty of his voice is he,
For all to hear and all to know
That he is joy, awake, aglow,
The tumult of the heart to hear
Through pureness filter'd crystal-clear,
And know the pleasure sprinkled bright
By simple singing of delight,
Shrill, irreflective, unrestrain'd,
Rapt, ringing, on the jet sustain'd
Without a break, without a fall,
Sweet-silvery, sheer lyrical,
Perennial, quavering up the chord
Like myriad dews of sunny sward
That trembling into fulness shine,
And sparkle dropping argentine;
Such wooing as the ear receives
From zephyr caught in choric leaves
Of aspens when their chattering net
Is flush'd to white with shivers wet;
And such the water-spirit's chime
On mountain heights in morning's prime,
Too freshly sweet to seem excess,
Too animate to need a stress;
But wider over many heads
The starry voice ascending spreads,
Awakening, as it waxes thin,
The best in us to him akin;
And every face to watch him rais'd,
Puts on the light of children prais'd,
So rich our human pleasure ripes
When sweetness on sincereness pipes,
Though nought be promis'd from the seas,
But only a soft-ruffling breeze
Sweep glittering on a still content,
Serenity in ravishment.
For singing till his heaven fills,
'T is love of earth that he instils,
And ever winging up and up,
Our valley is his golden cup,
And he the wine which overflows
To lift us with him as he goes:
The woods and brooks, the sheep and kine
He is, the hills, the human line,
The meadows green, the fallows brown,
The dreams of labor in the town;
He sings the sap, the quicken'd veins;
The wedding song of sun and rains
He is, the dance of children, thanks
Of sowers, shout of primrose-banks,
And eye of violets while they breathe;
All these the circling song will wreathe,
And you shall hear the herb and tree,
The better heart of men shall see,
Shall feel celestially, as long
As you crave nothing save the song.
Was never voice of ours could say
Our inmost in the sweetest way,
Like yonder voice aloft, and link
All hearers in the song they drink:
Our wisdom speaks from failing blood,
Our passion is too full in flood,
We want the key of his wild note
Of truthful in a tuneful throat,
The song seraphically free
Of taint of personality,
So pure that it salutes the suns
The voice of one for millions,
In whom the millions rejoice
For giving their one spirit voice.
Yet men have we, whom we revere,
Now names, and men still housing here,
Whose lives, by many a battle-dint
Defaced, and grinding wheels on flint,
Yield substance, though they sing not, sweet
For song our highest heaven to greet:
Whom heavenly singing gives us new,
Enspheres them brilliant in our blue,
From firmest base to farthest leap,
Because their love of Earth is deep,
And they are warriors in accord
With life to serve and pass reward,
So touching purest and so heard
In the brain's reflex of yon bird;
Wherefore their soul in me, or mine,
Through self-forgetfulness divine,
In them, that song aloft maintains,
To fill the sky and thrill the plains
With showerings drawn from human stores,
As he to silence nearer soars,
Extends the world at wings and dome,
More spacious making more our home,
Till lost on his aërial rings
In light, and then the fancy .
 
Trevor Morley's Tache said:
Normally catch up with my photo editing, archiving, back-ups, and do a deep clean of my kit and camera bags.
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Photo archiving and back-ups? Been on my todo list for a few years. I might get round to doing it some day.

There's a certain joy to looking at a todo list and thinking nah, that can wait. Especially when retired as work isn't an excuse. No I can't be arsed is the best excuse ever.
 
Adendrum: Re Mr Poles unspent dilema and because no one has actually mentioned, what about a nice evening of classical music with a dram or two of the good stuff to sooth the errant soul.

If I may be so bold as to suggest The Lark Accending by English composer Ralph Vaughan Williams who composed it after being wonderfully inspired by George Meridiths poem that I just posted of the same name. Originally composed in 1914 for violin and piano, the lark accending was revised and orhestrated after the first World War with the final version preming in the twenties by violinist marie Hall and the British Symphony Orchestra.

This piece btw is widely considered to be britain’s most beloved piece of classical music. It has topped the Classic FM hall of fame poll a record 12 times and is a staple offing of the British classical resonating deeply with audiences globally. Just saying like ...

Without further to do and for your kind perusal is Hilary Hahn performing The Lark Ascending by Vaughan Williams.


As it's a full on 4 day festival lets keep pricing sensible with an Aldi offering the last time I bought @under a score.

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East Level 2 said:
Photo archiving and back-ups? Been on my todo list for a few years. I might get round to doing it some day.

There's a certain joy to looking at a todo list and thinking nah, that can wait. Especially when retired as work isn't an excuse. No I can't be arsed is the best excuse ever.
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I've got over 100,000 full resolution RAW files in my current catalogue. 95,000 are already backed up on separate drives, but I've got around 5000 I need to update the file names, keyword and categorise, and then do a full backup of the active catalogue file. It's well over a weeks work, and It's something I should have been doing weekly, but I let it slip, and now I'm playing catch-up.
 
Eaststander1 said:
I can't be arsed goin out much nowadays....mind you I probably would do if I was still married, just to get away from her for a bit !
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Out out? Me neither. If I do, its day drinking. A five hour afternoon, finish by 7, go home, order in a takeaway. Get comfy, a few tunes, maybe a malt to sip, treble obviously. Leave the pubs to the young team. No can't get near the bar. No queueing for taxi's, surrounded by drunken twats, who think because they have a couple of equally annoying women with them, they can just appear at the front and enter a taxi without being pulled up and told to fuck the fuck off.

If you are near countryside, go for a walk that has strategically mapped pubs to "stumble across".

Get out, its good for you.
 
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