Your News
Here's the script for this week's Your News. The concept? One event from the last 168 hours of your life distilled into a single sentence, marshalled into a bulletin and read out by top Â鶹¹ÙÍøÊ×Ò³Èë¿Ú talent.
After the long dark winter, I walked to my car in twilight this week and when I got home, I could see the lock to open the door.
My car's rear window has been smashed and my laptop stolen. Hope the thief now realises that I was about to chuck it out because it overheats and switches off after a couple of minutes!
While we were all still in bed, my daughter left the house without telling anyone, leaving her three children with us - we have no idea where she is or when she is coming back.
Went to take the car for a service at fantastic half-price offer. Found I'd got the wrong day, but they could still do it as they were not busy.
Considered being a midwife instead of a civil servant.
Pulled a man from a burning truck. He went back into the cab to get his phone and fags. Stupid.
I am going to do a real-time recce of the new route to my new job which starts on Monday.
My new telephone only has two ringtones - the first a demented cricket, the other like the theme tune to a forgotten 70s sitcom. My wife won't have the phone in the house, the shop won't take it back.
The ward round was depressing as February is officially the leading month to die in. Fact.
Central heating broke down and can't be mended till next week so turned on the back-up immersion heater for hot water. That also packed in.
My toddler has pulled off the keys from my husband's laptop. I found the spacebar in the washing-machine, but we are still looking for the 'x' key.
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