I smell of dust, old books and bluebells. Still poorly. : comments.
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Smooching you...
I'm starting to feel a little better, thanks - the nausea is retreating though my head still pounds like a SOB. Hey ho... what does not kill us etc. etc. I'm getting by on Doctor Who and gallons of tea; I think I shall live... (o: