Your day was horrible. It started with a run around town doing your checks, and finished with a Manager Meeting when the same old shit was discussed. But the middle bit, the bit where you drove as far as Fareham only to get a call…
So apparently, 5-a-day isn’t quite what I thought it was. I do admit it has taken me thirty-eight years to figure it out, but I got there in the end. To explain, I assumed 5 glasses of orange juice a-day would suffice, but alas the…
