-Hard hat with lamp, check.
-Heavy gloves, check.
-Sensible boots, check.
-Anorak, check.
-Telescopic pickaxe, check.
-Small packet of pencils (for taking notes), check.
-Large yellow plastic gas detection device, with amusing 'Canary Death' alert tone, check.
-Accompanying moth-eaten wizard, in case of unexpected creatures from a former age, check.
Right, well, seems I'm all set. I'm going underground for five days or so.
Metaphorically. This will be a heavy week at work.
You could keep an eye on my Twitter for rants, timechecks and general moaning, though.
See you on the other side.
Gee, for a second there Bossy thought you were collecting the poops in her back yard.
Luck!