A couple of years ago Husband and I tried to use Fridays, my free day, as an opportunity to go places together. Sort of date days if you like. We were successful for a while but gradually life got in the way. But last weekend we determined we would try again.
First plan: visit Aberglasney or Dyffryn Gardens. The forecast was dry but cloudy so ideal conditions for wandering around gardens.
First hiccup: Daughter asked if she could bring the children around after school on Friday to go in the pool and have tea here.
Second plan: we'd go to Aberglasney as Dyffryn Gardens was too far away to be sure of getting back by 3.30. That's fine. I love Aberglasney.
Second hiccup: we find out GrandSon2 is taking part in school assembly on Friday afternoon. I've been to watch Granddaughter1 in her assemblies so it's only fair for me to go to his too.
Third plan: that's okay; we can still go for a lovely walk on Gower to Blue Pool.
Third potential hiccup: the weatherman says it's going to rain but not until the afternoon.
Fourth plan: I don't care what the weatherman says. We're going in the morning so no problem.
Fifth plan: in the car the weather is worsening so we decide to go to Ilston Valley and walk in the woods instead of the beach.
Fifth hiccup: we arrive in the car park. The rain is serious now and we're both in sandals - and unsurprisingly I don't have a coat (I hate wearing coats).
Sixth plan: We'll go home and have a piece of cake. And try again next Friday.