Yes, it’s the weekend and not just any weekend. It’s a Bank Holiday Weekend!! Am I sat in a traffic queue heading for the coast for the quintessentially British tradition of going somewhere nice, only to spend half of the day sat in the car listening to the kids whinging? No of course not. I am looking out at a dull overcast day whilst mentally totting up the list of things I have to do. Ahh, I hear the call of the coffee machine, Okay perhaps I can spare the time to have just one more mug and maybe a choccie biscuit!