The Hardest Day

Last night I dragged myself home and barely made it through the front door before I collapsed exhausted.

My sympathetic wife was right there with a tall glass of my favourite brew and a comforting word. “My, you look tired,” she said. “You must have had a hard day today. What happened to make you so exhausted?”

“It was terrible,” I said.

“The computer broke down and all of us had to do our own thinking.”


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