All day today I planned to go to gym after work.
You know what I’m doing after work? I’m going to the shops to buy chocolate.
I’m tired, I’m hungry. Who isn’t at 16.00 on a Monday? If you say you aren’t, feck off.
There are ducks that fly past my window at about 10.00 every morning, I’m told, quacking their little lungs out. They look funny when they’re airborne.