Monday 8 December 2008

not feeling trop mal/ rose at 0930 yester and drank rouge and read hemingway, a moveable feast, till 1300/ then whilst out to lunch was assaulted by iced-air so sped home to bed where i remained till 0930 this morn./ it is finally apparent i have a pretty severe virus (tho' it is my penchant to ignore advice and regret it)/ awaiting the congos, fisherman, and donovan, sunshine superman, in the post/ should be here the day or the morrow/ tea is currently doing a fine restoration job and soon e- for rx then home/

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