It was one of those days spent hanging around, waiting for something to happen. So once we'd been to the supermarket and had lunch in the café (getting to be a habit) I was Minecrafting when I tried something new and killed all my dogs.
In order to punish myself, I set up a drop into lava directly below the spawning point, so I appeared, dropped, died, and respawned again and again. Then, in a fit of righteous savagery, I deleted the entire world that I'd been working on for 2 years, and got sad about it. The sky drizzled all day to match my despondency.
Meanwhile, Bud did a 10-mile run for the second day in a row in order to punish himself for drinking beer 3 days in a row. I chose a better option and went to Havant Leisure Centre and practised diving off the diving board, and made myself a new Minecraft world with mountains with holes in so I could thread the needle while skydiving.
♫♪ Take your cigarette from its holder
And burn your initials in my shoulder
Fracture my spine
And swear that you're mine
As we dance to the Masochism Tango ♫♪ (Tom Lehrer, 1959)