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We're back. Me mate has taken a mug of fennel tea to bed with her. Stomach bug, or food poisoning, something. She seems OK but feeling decidedly dicky poor thing.
Oh the massive irony! She currently lives in Cuzco, the very place I got the worst case of tummy gip ever seen in human-kind and she waits to get to Lancashire to get a dose of the same.
Oh well, home in time for QI, it could be worse. :o)
Mark has been drying logs in the oven. The whole house smells of sweet, warm resin. Very nice indeed.
Oh the massive irony! She currently lives in Cuzco, the very place I got the worst case of tummy gip ever seen in human-kind and she waits to get to Lancashire to get a dose of the same.
Oh well, home in time for QI, it could be worse. :o)
Mark has been drying logs in the oven. The whole house smells of sweet, warm resin. Very nice indeed.
disappointed
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