Doesn't the world always seem a better place when we get a rare sunny weekend on this tiny isle? For me it always has me getting all giddy with memories of open air raves and Ibiza. Problem is even if the missus let me I don't think I'd fit in at any such event any more with my middle age spread and a distinct lack of bed head.
Option two is get a few other friends that haven't grown up round with the decks on the decking and a bowl of Gary's thrown on the table but what about the kids and the neighbors?
So option three it is.... a nice bike ride with the kids to Parkgate for world famous ice cream before sneaking of to the spare room to knock up a flavor of how the sun makes me feel good,