OK, it's going to be a writing weekend.
I've sharpened my pencils and my brain and I'm catching the dregs of those detectives on 5USA, before I retire early to bed so I can early to rise and make a start.
I've washed all the mugs for the tea supply, and I've got bread for the toast supply.
My writing trousers are washed and pressed (if you believe that, you'll believe anything), and the teetering pile of books is teetering excitedly, knowing it's going to be put to work very soon.
I have practised the 'sitting down shape' posture that I will bend into for the day and the chair is positioned diagonally next to the table, ready to be pulled out and sat upon.
Actually I don't like this 5USA programme. Excuse me while I switch it off.