Some weekends turn out better than other. Not that I don’t love my better half, I really do, but as soon as she told me that she is taking our little one to the cabin for the weekend, I thought like most people I know would think …. When the cat’s away … or dum felis dormit, mus gaudet et exsi litantro, the latin originater of the old and well used expression. To top it off, It happened to be the opening weekend of my hometown golf course as well.
It did not take me many minutes to book tee times Saturday and Sunday and also plan for a dip in the water to make the weekend as a weekend to remember. After all, when the dog’s away, she can not bark. Although, to be honest, the real dog is not away. I am stuck with the “Shedevil” (hunddjevelen) and the other devil as well, the horse. But those I can manage and none of them really barks at me if I decide to golf, go in the water and enjoy a better steak with a glass of the red stuff late at night, rather than washing windows … or dishes for that matter.
Come on weekend, let’s start already 😉
