I get it Chris, you are a busy, fit , go getter, your wife is a stunner who saves puppies and your children will run the world, you thought you could fit a bit of charity work in for the mentally ill but the UN called and you’re coping with a strained shoulder from the orgy with the pussycat dolls.
Well you’re not the only one with a jet-set lifestyle sunshine, I must have swept at least a mile of corridor and ran to the bus from the chipshop yesterday, and Gladys the driver always gives me the eye, well at least her good one and I gave a tramp my batter, so don’t try and out-compassion me.
But I managed to stick it out, through the tears, powercuts, rat attacks and body wracking despair, so you might be surprised, but I don’t accept your apology.