Tomorrow is picnic in Twickers time... which can mean 11 hours down the pub if the weather is pants.
Next week I intend to:
Excavate down to floor level in my bedroom.
Dismantle 3 lots of steel racking.
Update my real life spreadsheet. (My income and out goings list that is a year out of date)
Talk to bank about money stuff.
Call my accountant.
Go swimming 3 times.
Spend quality time with my cat.