Sit in a darkened room in silence, completely motionless, just waiting for work the next day.
Jeez, you do lead an exciting life, don’t you?
Personally, having retired in 2012, after a few months of watching stuff I’d recorded from TV, catching up on reading, and realising that my waist was growing gradually larger, I started to walk a circuit of Southwark Park, no matter what the weather.
Then I branched out, and did half a circuit of the park, then carried on to Bermondsey station, got on the Jubilee Line, took a train to Waterloo, then walked slowly home, pausing at Borough Market for a glass of wine, and a loaf of sour dough bread and a bag of olives to take home.
Depending how I felt, I’d extend this to Westminster before walking home, then Green Park, one day I went nuts, and went for Swiss Cottage, but I didn’t want to kill myself, so I got off at St. John’s Wood, walked back through Regents Park, then ambled down Baker Street, window shopping, stopping here and there for a glass of Viognier.
Through Mayfair, across Piccadilly, down St. James St., into Green Park, out the other side to Birdcage Walk, thence to Parliament Sq., over Westminster Bridge, before giving up, and grabbing a 381 bus home.