The Apprentice and I went to the British Library to see a fabulous exhibition of maps. It was the penultimate day before the end of this exhib so it was a bit argy bargy but with sharp elbows and a few excuse mes we got to see more than the backs of people's heads. Many mappa mundi later we felt a bit mapped out and could hardly bear to look at the tube map to get home - the mainline was being engineered.
Mr Smith was in a bait. This was because I wasn't there to wait on him when he came home from golf and he had to walk the dog. He has a cold which I know he will charmingly pass on to me. I refused to cook his dinner. This is because I didn't want to perform a roast chicken with all the paraphenalia and washing up; I wanted to watch X Factor and have a sausage in a bun for dinner. He cooked sausages but only for himself. He is beginning to get me down a bit - time for a seaside jaunt methinks only I seem to be getting a cold.
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