For the last couple of years I've been working 3 days a week in an office, which is quite a pleasant work/life balance.
I used to be full-time, but handed in my notice, my employers asked if I would stay on part time for a month or so, I said I would, but I wanted a slightly ridiculous hourly rate. Surprisingly, they agreed. That was two years ago, and I'm still here, still part time. Can't stand the job, but the fact I'm only here Mondays, Tuesdays and Fridays pretty much makes up for it.
I've been doing some gardening and other cash in hand stuff to make up my earnings, but as long as I can pay the rent, the time is much more precious than cash. Might go and wander round a few galleries tomorrow, take some photos, generally arse about in London
I do hate the job though, so I'm thinking full-time-ness might be worth it if the thought of going into work didn't make me feel nauseous.