To day was a rest day. So I get up and after a quick cup of coffee and a bite to eat I get my hair cut (a number two, nice and short) do some shopping down at B & Q ( a DIY store, not my favourite but the closest) Put some shelves up, back to B & Q for more shelves, cut the wood and drill the holes and decide I have had enough DIY and go to the pub for a couple of pints. Home in time for tea and slump in front of the telly, exhausted. More exhausted than if I had driven a bus all day.
Why do they call it a Rest Day?
Back at work tomorrow thank god.
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