We've all been there. And the day had started so nicely, too, with the sun shining through the trees by the house like the cover to a book of inspirational poetry. But there you go. Izzy, whizzy, let's get busy, and the day wore on and on, with a couple of breaks only when I was threatened with violence, until, finally, I couldn't go on any longer. Filling, yes, but all the thrill in me had gone off for a quiet nap ages before.
Some days are like that.
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