I woke up late today, probably recoverying from a exhausting week. I got up ready to go for a long walk, but then “It’s a Wonderful Life” was on television, and as it wasn’t on during the festive period or, perhaps I missed it being in hospital. So, I watched “It’s a Wonderful Life” and then went out to do a grocery shop as I had limited healthy food in the house.
I returned after dark to find that my little house was the only one with a light on. I live in a small, friendly lane, consisting on one young couple, a single woman, a middle-aged couple, an elderly couple and then two families. Every single one of them was out at 8 o’clock on a Saturday night. Me, I have just unloaded my groceries, have eaten breakfast (yes, working evenings puts my meal times out), and am sitting here checking to see if I won a competition, logging my food intake into a data sheet, syncing my steps from my Fitbit pedometer, and updating this blog. How sad can I be? Everyone, everyone but me, is out on a Saturday night and I am home on my aging laptop.
It’s too late to make any plans for tonight, so I will start the housework, bake my weekly loaf, and make a start on my meals for the week. I don’t even have a Scandi-Nordic programme to look forward to on BBC Three. I doubt I will have an early night, but, unlike my neighbours, I won’t be out and about.
One, sad Saturday night it is.