Today hasn't happened yet, but I can tell you what I think is going to happen:

I think I shall have cheese on toast for breakfast, because I used the last of my milk on the Christmas pudding.

I shall go into work early, and consequentially miss the last ever Ri:se which I find regrettable. I always felt it had a charming incompetency to it.

At twelve, and this is the only reason I could consider trying to get to work for 0730, I will go to the front of County Hall there to get going to some country club in Topsham for payroll's Christmas bash. Actually, it might technically be an HR bash.