It seems like whenever I get rid of one virus and start going out, I catch another one, because that’s what happened. This month, I was down with the flu again, and while I was dousing myself with Lemsip and herbal teas, I went through a few 18th century Gothic novels, which were a perfect dramatic fit to my foul mood.
(Local cormorants sunbathing)
In-bet…
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