I'd seen something that looked interesting this week and signed up for it. I knew at the time that it was the weekend after my daughter's birthday and that I'd likely have lots of things on and that it was on the other side of town, where I've practically vowed not to go, but when I got up this morning, it still seemed like a good idea.
However, I hadn't had much of a walk yesterday, so I thought I'd give myself an hour and a half on the road on the way, maybe walk as far as Victoria and then get the tube.
Man, I'm an idiot! Really. What was I thinking? Not the walk, but the thing. After 50 minutes of walking, I knew that it was ridiculous to be giving my weekend to other people instead of enjoying it myself. I've got a million things in my head that I'd rather be doing. So I stopped, got a coffee and got straight about what I was really going to do this (bank holiday!) weekend.
And now I'm going to walk home.