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Aside from the title of this blog showing that I have either some kind of wasting brain disease, or a terrible speech impediment (which, just in case you're panicking now, I don't) it's my exclamation at just HOW much I have ignored this site. I'm sure some of you cried. I know I did.

Anyway, I've just come back from a holiday to Scarborough (well, a small town called Staintondale near Scarborough) where I spend the last week shivering on the sofa before getting up to check if anyone has contacted me via text (pretty much only Sara there) and get a glass of water, falling over several times on the way as the room turns into a giant carousel. The horrible twist being that every so often horses did appear at the window looking in scaring the living crap out of me when I was a little feverish.

This disease (oh yes, it WAS a disease) was a bit like one of those platters you get at resteraunts where they give you a bit of everything. You could take your choice: "Oh yes, I'll have a bit of a fever today... and... oh what shall I have? An ear infection! Oh such a delicacy!" so I've had a rang of different symptoms over the week, culminating yesterday in my hands and feet swelling. I mean, what the hell? I nearly had a fit when I saw that! I mean, that's just not fair! You expect to wake up with a headache and a runny nose and be a bit dizzy when you have a cold, but BIG RED HANDS AND FEET? I'm not a bloody clown!!!

Illness these days, no respect for anyone...

Bobbikk