Somewhere in Europe. I like MrsJacko's idea, but my dream afternoon would be sat in a pub with two or three of the UK Sunday papers stacked in front of me, slowly getting pissed.

Or in southern Europe. Sat outside a small restaurant, picking at olives or bread, pretending to read a classic novel, slowly getting pissed.

Or maybe sat in a smoky eastern European cafe, playing chess, slowly getting pissed.

Notice the pattern? I miss getting pissed in the afternoons in a relaxed atmosphere. It's all a bit hard-core here.