You know that day in your diary that seems months away when you're loading all your errands into it, but seems all too close now? Yeah I'm in it. Today is the one day that looms large in my diary (not every week mind, just occasionally) the day when I vow to clean the bathroom, get to the bank, post all my letters, clean out my wardrobe, make tasty meals for the week and file my tax return. Yes girls, today is my DAY OFF. But now that it's here I really just want to lie on the couch eating chocolate biscuits and watching fat fighters. What do you reckon? Should I be good or bad?