Right - this is it: hoovering upstairs to do then everything is done and I can spend tomorrow doing whatever I like.
Once I'm done I'm having a bath and watching the utter tripe that is The Masked Singer on catch up before DP gets home. Nothing to do for tea because it's in the slow cooker, pretty much ready.
I usually do a couple of things then lounge around on Saturdays, which is never as relaxing as it should be because I know cleaning and washing need to be done. Then I regret not chilling out on Sunday before going back to work on Monday.