Today I am happy about the internet.
My diary says "be available to fix files you didn't supply to designer properly" this weekend and so all I have to do right now is keep Skype turned on, and I can have a cup of tea and read "The Remains of the Day" by the radiator.
Also I have a whole bag of lovely pencils in different grades of softness which I bought from the new big art shop in Brick Lane, and I'm happily looking at them. And my canary, who had a sore foot yesterday, seems to have recovered.
It's my favourite kind of Saturday. Except a bit cold.