Having awoken shortly after 10:30 AM to a text message from Michael W. (whose birthday party I shall now be attending), I proceeded to dig a hole in the back garden, which I then pummelled ready for some concrete slabs at my father's request.

Oceans' worth of perspiration later, I annoyingly discovered that the bloomin' slabs were too big for where they were intended, which means I'll have to break them up at some point over the weekend. (I lost interest at the time, see.)

After that, despite having a bruised hand, stretched stomach-muscles and an aching back, I beat my mother at several rounds of various card games. The last two games of the sometimes violent version of Snap were definitely the best. But to laugh as much as we did, you need to have seen it, really.