.. this episode brought to you by a return to the horizontal. Our heroine is struck down, AGAIN, by a lurgy. She takes to paracetamol, books, comfort food and cursing. Another week down the gurgler.
This is the price you pay for breathing. In public, in private, anywhere. It's a damn germ-jungle out there.
Today brought to you by the memory of the spicy Prada scent I love so much, slippery peach slices going down a sore throat, and a longing for winter to be OVEROVEROVEROVEROVEROVEROVER.
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