May 32nd

I haven't really been firing on cylinders today. The cogs were creaking and the gears were grinding but it was just one of those days when I had to struggle that little bit harder to navigate my way through to the end. Not long after I got to my desk, I leapt right in there and tried write the date in a Word document. It came out as 'May 32'. I think I may have been on to something in a fumble-fingered way there - with the amount I have on these days, a bonus 24 hours this month could be most gainfully employed.
It looks like the residents of this over-shop flat might be picking up something a little more celestial on their retro TV aerial than Britain's Got Talent...