Downtime

I’m having a weekend of completely ignoring anything to do with work. I’m relaxing, cycling, spending time with my wife and generally doing things that I enjoy, rather than thinking about presentations or rotas or any of that old worky bollocks. I’m losing myself in a 48-hour period of Rory-Time (pausing only to write a couple of blog entries.)

I fancy a film, but the cinema feels so far away on a lazy morning like this one. And what would we watch anyway? ‘Solo – A Star Wars Story’ interests me about as much as the chance of lancing a boil on an old man’s bum. ‘Sherlock Gnomes’ looks sweet but the screening will be full of noisy kids rattling their Curly-Wurly wrappers and coughing their germs into the poorly-maintained air-conditioned ether. The only other options are “Avengers: Cash-Cow” and some Saoirse Ronan film that I’ve never heard of, but which looks like a shit adaptation of a book.

Maybe we can re-visit an old favourite on DVD (I’m so modern!)

It’s warm outside, but damp and dull. Philippa has been feeling a bit unwell so she’ll probably like the idea of sloughing on the sofa and staring at a screen. I fancy a fun, old-style comedy like ‘Throw Momma from The Train’ or ‘City Slickers.’ Or maybe both! We can have a back-to-back double-bill Billy Crystal laugh-fest. Yes, I think that sounds like an excellent plan.

Thanks for your help….

RC 26-5-18