I don't know what's come over me. My get up and go has got up and gone. As a fine bright Saturday clouded over and I realised I hadn't checked some opening times, my plans for a weekend outing just disappeared, and nothing sprang to mind to take its place.
Instead, I stayed in to work out ways to use up the red wine the book club had opened but not finished (red onion, tomato and red wine soup for the freezer and a sort of boeuf bourguignon, if you'd like to know).
And if you like, you can see a video of the sort of thing I got up to for half an hour behind the bike sheds with a filthy scrubber.