Right, now I need to sleep for the next few days! I’ve been barely sleeping through this exhausting week because I had been sneakily not taking my medication to get myself through it. As usual, my body’s decided to strike me with The Plague to remind me so I’ll be under a duvet- emerging only to graze upon cornflakes-until the exotic shade of purple on my legs subsides. (And for my flatwarming, which I’ll sleepwalk through).
Thank you to everyone who listened and took the time to comment, email and cajole yesterday. I’ll be able to respond when I’ve had a bit of rest. Sorry for being rubbish!
In the meantime, have a lovely weekend! Here’s something for you- and how I wish I could walk into a room and find these people in it… Even though Peter Cook just stands there and is still somehow funnier than anybody else.
And I love Stephen Fry for many things, but for this most of all, I think.
Lucky old heaven, indeed.
Oh, and I want to headbutt everyone at Islington council.
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