I've had a spectacularly exciting day.
I lost my favourite bra.
Then I found it again.
I tried to post a parcel with no address on it.
The man in the post office looked at me funny.
I went home.
I drank hot chocolate and bitched about the cold.
I wore two pairs of socks.
I read this, and the laughter slowly turned to gurning and choking on hot chocolate and deep, deep, deep sadness at the task ahead of me.