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Sorry. I’m late. Not only for the New Month but also for the New Year. I accept no responsibility whatsoever. I blame it all on the flu. What an evil ogre it’s been! Shivers and sweats, weakness, aching muscles, depression…the works. Our fridge is still stuffed with post-Christmas goodies that neither of us have the appetite to eat, subsisting instead on a diet of lemon, honey and paracetamol. The nights are interrupted by bouts of unstoppable bronchial coughing. Even Purrsy is traumatised with all these noisy explosions that rock the bed and interrupt his beauty sleep. How irritating it is to be so ill, especially when it goes on. And on. And on. I mean, what a waste of life! And how dare t

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