Never have so many heavy sighs passed the lips of one woman in a 24 hour period.
Never have so many Tesco Value biscuits been crammed through those same lips between sighs.
Nevr have there been far too many minutes until Casualty starts.
Never has there been the rejection of a sexual proposition on the grounds that this is not an appropriate way to alleviate boredom (OK, so the proposal came from a homeless man, but I'm learning).
Never again will being paid to do nothing be considered a great situation to be in.
Never would be a better time to hand in my notice than now, via an announcement over the tannoy at the Chelsea Flower Show, where my manager is spending the weekend.
Smoking kills? At this point, I wish it bloody would.












