I've particularly been thinking it'd be kind of sensible to have lunch. Which then morphed into, it'd be kind of sensible to have dinner. Which then morphed into, well, if I don't have a meal today I'll probably starve and fade away into nothing*.
I could of course just go to bed, but that seems too much like admitting defeat. And anyway, I need to go downstairs to put Sarah's washing into the tumble dryer.
C'mon - up and at 'em.
* As anyone who knows me will testify, this is a really really unlikely eventuality. Although never say never.