Whilst pushing paper at work the trolley wheel jolted my paper almost onto the floor. I muttered to myself "arse magnets" what the hell does that mean? I don't know where that sprang from. It's made me question what else lurks in my brain like  a thought tourettes. 
After hearing the nursery rhyme 'there's a hole in my bucket' I was surprised not to hear Liza finally say "buy a new one from b and q cos they're only about a quid". Who fixes a bucket? And when fixing a bucket, is a hammer really the best tool for the job?