The sun was shining today so I walked down to the village to get the papers, a 40 minute round trip. Jim was out in his garden digging as I passed his cottage so I called out in a neighbourly way, "Hi, Jim, how's it going?"
Jim straightened up, wiped the sweat from his brow, and leaned wearily on his spade. "Same old shit," he muttered, "Different day."
That made me laugh.