Cobbadog and Cobbarette,, the time here is a quarter past five and if there was any sun, it would be over the yardarm, so just to keep you company, I am on my way to my fridge as well.
I have my shoulder to the wheel,
my nose to the grindstone,
I've put my best foot forward,
I've put my back into it,
I'm gritting my teeth,
Now I find I can't do any work in this position!
