Not even on my list of things to do.

Lie in as usual on a Saturday, then have excellent croissants that H bought last night on the way home.

H goes out for a walk and I circle round various things I need to do (I know because I made a list). I manage a couple of them, and feel ridiculously good about that, despite the fact that I could have managed loads. I distract myself with looking at sites about Impulse Responses. Mmm.

H comes home.

In the evening, traditional fish and chips. Some telly. And I finish editing next week’s Passport show for transmission – they’re usually live, but last weeks didn’t go out, so I’ll play it from a recording next Wednesday.

Stay up late designing a website. Not even on my list of things to do.