I could tell you about my day: how it started with a blood nose. How I cobbled together the first rough outline of my report on Terence Conran for class before breakfast. How I packed and posted some eBay stuff before work. How I got to ride a bendy 39 bus to Craft ACT (which was rather odd). How I spent the day envelope stuffing and Face booking. How I then went to work at the Library for the evening.
But I won't because that's pretty boring.
Instead I'll remind you about this: