At times I don't talk good. I have a rare tendency to say "cwicket" instead of "cricket" and other similar bad saying stuff. This is where the title of todays blog derives from, I attempted to say "slave labour" (I shall elaborate on why soon) but instead I said "swave wabour". This greatly amused my younger sister and prompted her to tease me non-stop for minutes on end. Painful, painful minutes. I think it's mean of her to tease me for something I did by accident, I'd never tease her if she accidentally slipped down the stairs.
Now for me to tell you why I was even talking about slave labour...
I got a new phone, transferring new contacts across is a laborious and horrible process. I got bored. She offered to help, and then, as everyone can surely guess I said that it felt like "slave labour". That's it. That's it for both the anecdote and todays blog. Sorry for letting you down and being crap.
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