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.”