Sometimes not much happens.
You get up.
You go to work.
You come home.
You're tired.
You end up watching too much TV and find yourself dreaming of being a foxy minx in a drink ad, your teeth emit a strange neon glow when you smile, you are paying less than the rest of the world for your car and house insurance and your children smile and enjoy the food you cook them. Your glossy hair flows as you flick your head round. A handsome chap appears in the doorway with some Cointreau/Nescafe and a knowing look. His six pack ripples as he leans over you to plonk it on the table next to the leather sofa that makes everyone laugh as they fall back onto it.
Thank goodness you don't have internal transit discomfort!
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