I've been married twice 18 years apart. I wore the same shoes both times. I haven't told my wife because I'm worried it might upset her and I love her dearly. They're just really comfortable shoes and I knew I'd have to wear them for over 12 hours.

I work from home and have found a way of appearing to be online and look busy. No one can send a Teams message as it looks like I'm presenting a meeting, I'm presenting to no one and use this time to catch up on sleep. I'm too addicted to online games to sleep at night.

My 40-year-old wife went to buy champagne for our wedding anniversary dinner. I phoned the off licence after she left, gave a description of her and what she was buying and requested they ask her for ID. She came home absolutely beaming. It's the simple things.

While walking my dog in woods I found a large tea-flask. It had been hollowed out and was packed with drugs. Little bags of Heroin and cocaine and £500. I told the police where and what but kept the money. They put it back and later arrested two dealers.

Since my wife started working from home like me, I never get the place to myself. So every night I stay up late after she's fallen asleep, watching TV & reading. Next day I'm knackered. Stuck in a loop of tiredness & headaches but can't stop. Wish she'd get an office job again.

I'm about to be made redundant. 1200 jobs reduced to ashes since investors took over. It'll be officially announced in January so not everyone is aware it's happening yet. I'm currently ripping all client data off onto hard drives so I can start a company with my coworkers.

I used to use Microsoft Excel to talk to a married woman when I was in my early 20s. She would share the file with me and we could see changes in the file. We would just erase and save new messages.

14 years old in the early 00s and downloading games off Usenet. Shitty dialup took weeks to get anything and someone offered to send a CD. It still shocks me that a stack of CDs turned up at my house and I'm not the subject of a murder documentary.

I buy stuffed animals at yard sales for my dog. They never hit the floor before being savagely eviscerated of their stuffing, then gnawed to shreds. The children selling their old toys often say "I hope your kid likes it as much as I did." I say "thanks" like a monster.

Took in a parcel for my neighbour three days ago; they've not been to collect it yet. Hope they don't think I'm supposed to take it round to them because that's not how this works. I will keep it forever.