My wife and 3yo are away for the week and somehow I mange to come home early which I don't usually do.

I walk into the boss's office today around 3pm and say "right, I'm going home early to go windsurfing - I'm sick off just looking at the wind and waves out the window".

I get home, tip toe gingerly around the new (second hand) 4.7 ice I just brought (lying unrolled on the lounge room floor) and go rig up my 6.7 Hellcat, grab my 101l FSW and head out in a gusty 15-20 knots - I should do this every day.