YOU know how it is. A hard week at work, plus lists of jobs to do in the evenings.
And then a colleague comes in and asks if I can spare the time to work on an eating-out feature for him - even though a comfortable armchair and feet up in front of the television held its appeal.
Am I glad he asked?
We paid a summer evening visit to The Butchers Arms, tucked away in the centre of Hepworth, and enjoyed one of the best meals we had eaten in ages, in super surroundings.
The food was faultless, the service friendly, if a little slow on a very busy evening, and the whole outing very enjoyable.
Hepworth is known for its clusters of stone cottages, nestling in the slopes on the side of the Holme Valley.
The village gets a mention in the Domesday Book and today's inhabitants still hanker back to medieval days.
The entire village, it seems, turns out each June to celebrate Hepworth Feast.
It was a centuries-old ceremony meant to celebrate the end of a plague which wiped out several villagers; now it's a good excuse to let your hair down and carouse the day and night away.
Things are rather more sedate at The Butchers Arms, but only just.
The pub doubles up as a traditional village pub and a stunning restaurant, getting a deserved reputation for its food.
Outside in the balmy evening, the tables across the paved courtyard are full of drinkers enjoying the start of the weekend.
Inside, the low-beamed ceilings and wooden floors give a rustic feel to the establishment that is carried through into the small restaurant.
We had booked late, but managed to get a table in the restaurant's bar area, as every other space was booked.
The food is exactly the same and the ambience is friendly if a little boisterous as the drinkers top up their pints.
The Butchers does an early-bird menu on several evenings, with a fixed price menu offering two courses.
But we chose to pick from the main menu, clearly displayed on blackboards as we settled down with a welcome, chilled pint and a glass of wine.
Forget the idea of pub grub; the restaurant at the Butchers goes for quality food with a difference.
Linda's choice of starter was a Thai king prawn spring roll, served with pak choi and a sweet chilli sauce.
My pick was something entirely new: a terrine of chicken, duck and pigeon, served with soused vegetables and mulled wine.
It looked as good as it sounded, when it arrived on the table after we had nibbled at warm, home-baked bread dunked in olive oil.
Both got the Atkinson seal of approval.
And so too did the main courses, chosen after much debate from a choice of six or seven dishes.
I opteed for a huge rib-eye steak, served with a tomato and mushroom salad, while Linda broke new ground with her choice of pigeon breasts, served with roasted new potatoes.
The helpful waiter followed with small tureens of green beans, tiny potatoes and pureed swede and carrot - again, superbly tasty.
Another blackboard offered a tantalising choice of desserts, with many different options, but enough was enough.
We'd dined well, we'd enjoyed a convivial evening and we had a Features Editor to thank for pushing us out on a summer evening.