I have some idea. I'm a lazy bugger.
Anyway. Some work was completed and I had a bag in the car, packed and ready to come with me on a late night journey. After work, I was headed to Southampton for the weekend. There was no firm plan, except to go to Southampton, stay there and find entertainment to keep us occupied. I intended to leave late evening on the Sunday in order to return home refreshed for the week ahead.
The journey down south was quite pleasant and I was accompanied by, in order, Jerry Springer: The Opera, Titanic and, of course Avenue Q. These musicals make the journeys fly by. I took a few stops and I wasn't in a rush; the person I was going to see was out at the movies and so wouldn't be free until a little after my expected arrival time.
I arrived earlier than expected and decided, since the car was parked for the weekend, to wander over to the pub and get a nice relaxing end-of-week pint. Thus purchased, I whiled away the tail end of the day with John Smith's bitter and Scrabble.
Then I was collected and taken somewhere where I could rest properly.