I think my mum had some sort of coronary seeing me up and about making breakfast and being productive before mid-afternoon on a Sunday. Not that I originally had any intention whatsoever of being up before at least 2pm, but my stupid phone, which has not had any battery for WEEKS, chose this morning to sound the 12 noon alarm that I set also WEEKS ago. What the fuck. And obviously, it was buried under a pile of crap, so by the time I found it and DESTROYED IT, I was well and truly awake.

Which... I think I am probably going to go rectify now, actually.