From the sick bed

Jeepers Creepers and help Ma Boab!

The flying Martinis are all vomit bugged!!

Except L'il , who had it three days ago and is sprightly as anything.

Nothing to do but shiver, ache and call Hugh on the porcelain telephone.

Is it always so nice out when your horrible in?

However the best part of the whole blowfest is realising what lovely folk you know.

Thank you the mental Macraes, the delicious Dobbs and the beautiful Blakes- for seeing L'il alright, for jokes, ice lollies and painkillers.

Love love love

Jxxxx