I may not have made the best of starts.
You'd think that before trying to stay up all weekend I'd want to get a huge amount of beauty sleep, but in the end my brother came round to watch films instead.
As my head finally hit the pillow I glanced at the clock and it was 11.40pm. Drat.
My alarm got me up at 5.15am this morning. I _really_ didn't feel like getting up, but I have some work to do. Every Saturday I produce Sally Taylor's radio show, so it's quite an early start to put everything together.
I'd better crack on preparing the studio, but thought I'd let you know that I've started... and I'm already tired!