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Suprisingly when I woke up this morning I wasn't aching at all after shifting 1 ton of slate yesterday.

Had a really crap day at work as one of my projects is going up s**t creak without a paddle. So I've called an emergency meeting with the contractor on Monday to drag them over broken glass.

When I got on the train tonight my mate Paula gave me a beating with my news paper. She is on a shake diet so last night I sent her a picture of my bag of chips I had for tea. As you can guess she didn't take it well but the best thing was a guy sat opersite her on the train with a bag of chips and said she had a brummie accent. I don't know what she took worse not being able to have the chips or being called a brummie (she is a black country wench).

As I had a shit day at work I brought me a couple of euro lottery lucky dips as they are making 18 millionaires in the raffle and the total is £51m for tonight. As I won on the football accumulator and a scratch card the other day I'm hoping I will get my 3rd win tonight as things always come in 3's.

My sisters fiancee, wack, lent me his grinder (pic) tonight so I can lend it my mate to cut her slabs tomorrow. Why do all men get a "semi" when seeing, talking about or using power tools? I will be honest, I'm one of those men who gets excited about power tools. They say the way to a mans heart is through his stomach. I say buy him power tools.