Wait a minute here. In my house, I'm the silly bugger at home cooking the lovely Sunday roastYes, I agreeAlso - and I know some people are going to be shocked that I'm saying this - Sunday opening hours in the pub. When the boozer closed in the afternoon, you knew it was time to go home to feast on the Sunday roast, have a bit of a snooze, then have a quick wash before going back for a few pints - after listening to the Top 40 on Radio One
Oh and I miss being able to fall over or stub my toe or pick something heavy up in slightly the wrong way without suffering a serious injury that makes me hurt for the next two weeks at least
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