OK, so no more stuff about boils.
I don't know what is wrong with me. I spent most of the night freezing cold and now I'm boiling up.
It is midday and I'm very impatient. Too many things to do and I just want them all done.
Bank holiday this coming Monday, which means the open hell of the Notting Hill Carnival for anyone wishing to participate. I don't wish to be negative, but this, the 2nd biggest carnival in the world, brings back memories only of being jostled, deafened, hemmed in by walls of people (albeit many in exotic dress)... then getting back and so exhausted it's unreal. One year in particular I got extremely ill and had some sort of a breakdown. Yes: from a mere carnival!
PS I just altered my page length to LONG... will anybody please tell me if this gets exceedingly annoying for them..?? THANK YOU.
Gone-out roborovski: I hope this is what Baby Itchy's like at age 90
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