What To Do With A Sunday?

Hmm. Sunday afternoon. Should I (a) stay in bed with a book, the Economist, a DVD of Black Books and my laptop; (b) tidy the flat; (c) go out. Bearing in mind that Chalk Farm and all reachable stations north have lifts and are hence closed for the FBU strike, Camden Town, the next station south, is exit only on a Sunday because, bizarrely there are actually people who like going to Camden Market on a Sunday, and Mornington Crescent, next south, also has a lift. And that two massive thunderstorms are poised (unbeknowst to me, to be fair) to meet over London just as I get to the middle of Regent's Park on my way in?

Well, which do you think?

Now damply sitting in the webcafe at the Virgin Megastore, as it is dry and has reasonable coffee, while the thunderstorm continues to rage. I'm not sure if it is deliberate that the music they are playing is Bohemian Rhapsody