on my feet all day working and dealing with members of the public. argh. left work 3 hours late, just got home, with chocolate.. wearing painful boots all day didn't help, nor did arguing with the ex, and enduring some random lady saying how her friend looks after the grandson because the mum died, and how there is nothing worse than losing a daughter, nothing at all
I just nodded sympathetically, as she continued to talk rubbish for the next hour and a half. I don't like people very much 