Perhaps you'd like to sit outside in a stripy deckchair and watch the world go by?
Which is exactly what I did, in fact. Although it was a close run thing between that and the Guinness cake, I can tell you.
Anyway, there we sat, drawing hedgehogs, and watching people popping in and out. Lovely Sunday morning fun.
(I don't think they recognised me as the same person who, when in the upstairs room at a little tiny gig once, put the heel of their stiletto through the floorboards, and made a BIG LOUD NOISE in the middle of the beautifully quiet music. At least, I hope they didn't, and they were awfully nice to me anyway if they did. Just goes to show why I don't wear stilettos very often.)