Sometimes we make a really effort to make the most of three-day weekends: maybe a drive to Wales or the Peak District to go hiking, planned visits to friends (especially those with babies - there seems to be more of them all the time!), making sure we have some quality time.
Sometimes, however, the luxury of three days off work kind of evaporates before you eyes - driving here and there for different errands and social engagements can leave me feeling drained rather than refreshed.
I hate that feeling when, rather than flowing into each other, plans seem disjointed. I've loved catching up with my old school friends, trekking round Ikea looking at pretty house stuff and running the sound in church, but I'm left wondering where the time went!
And I didn't even do any exercise (unless you include trying to lift a sofa into a car...).