I thought I had a free weekend and had big plans for tidying up the house, getting little jobs done like putting up shelves etc, and just lazing about.

However my SO thought it might be nice to catch the train to go to a beer festival. No problem I thought, nice afternoon out, home for tea, relax by not doing much in front of the TV.

Well I would tell you all about it, but I can't remember much apart from a lovely old man who kept showing me photos of busses, missing the last train home and then waking up this morning with all the curtains open and a terrible hangover.

Lets just say, no chores have been done so far!