Zimmer frames and Stannah stair lifts.

The sky is blue, the sun is shining and it's a bank holiday weekend - what more could you ask for really? Go on honestly ... is there any other better weekend possible? **begins to warm to theme** Lunch out with my husband. An afternoon pottering in the garden. A bit of DIY tomorrow and maybe a visit to B&Q. Picture frames to hang in the bedroom.

All of this was pottering happily through my head and then I realised how bloody old I sound.

Why aren't I going out clubbing tonight? Why not a weekend in Amsterdam "drinking coffee"? Why not a camping weekend in a field in Wales?

And then it occured to me - I don't care if I sound old. I'm really looking forward to an my potter-y weekend. The thought of a bit of DIY and a visit to B&Q* doesn't make me shudder. I might re plant my herb bed, it's looking bit woody. My tupperware cupboard could do with a bit of a sort. That rose outside the back door could do with tying up a bit more securely. **sighs happily** You know I might go and do some theraputic weeding.

* I might even buy myself a pair of new gardening gloves.