Did you get home from work at 10.45pm, wired to the moon?
Did you wind down by catching-up on all your crap-telly viewing with a glass of wine, then falling asleep on the sofa and waking up at 3.30am, broken, like a little rag doll?
Are your kids off school today due to a staff inset day? Meaning that the morning rush is for the toilet and the kettle, rather than to get you all out of the house by 8.35am?
And did you read that wonderful post over at Lustrous Musings - one of your favourite foodie blogs EVER - about a fried breakfast? With proper fried bread? Which made you feel hungry back then, but now is like an insistent drum-call to the frying pan? Like when The Master in 'Doctor Who' was tormented by the sound of drums?
I think we all know where this is headed....
Linda McCartney veggie sausages - the sausage of choice in our household.
Home fries - made from a couple of baked potatoes left over from Sunday tea and with added cherry tomatoes, NOM!
Fried mushrooms with garlic powder, black pepper and chilli salt.
Heinz baked beans.
And of course - the perfect fried bread.
All washed-down with mugs of piping hot tea.