9 years ago i would sleep in until about 10am, often with a hangover, get up, get tea and toast in bed, then sit and read the paper until about 2pm when id finally get up.
Id shop, (food or clothes) because i worked all week so that was the only time to do it.
Loved cooking. Made elaborate dishes, or big curry meals with many dishes and invite loads of friends over to enjoy them.
Cinema in the afternoon, meals out never earlier than 7.30 (before going for tea at 5.30 started to seem like a good idea).
Seeing friends who were as fancy free as me.
Gym at the weekend if i was feeling virtuous. As it was i managed to go 3 times in the week around a very demanding job.
Oh yeah, sometimes used to work all weekend, which sucked, but at least it was possible.
Nowadays weekends consist of swimming lessons, washing, homework, church, park visits even though we should be tidying the house, and cooking has been reduced to much more functional dishes that feed the family for the week. Plus the child wrangling that takes up all your time. I love my kids but urgh its best not to dwell on how nice it was to have free time to yourself!!