My day: get up, make breakfast, make lunch, put a load of washing on, sweep up the cereal that Michael dropped on the floor, make bed, wash up, go to work. Come home, hang the washing on the airer, hoover and tidy, cook dinner, eat dinner, wash up, write blog, go to bed.
Michael’s day: wake up, play games on iPod for 15 minutes, get up, have breakfast, pick up packed lunch, go to work. Come home, put TV on and sit on sofa, eat dinner, fly helicopter, go to bed.
Something tells me I’ve drawn the short straw here...
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