Mini Limey was throwing up last night, I have a Man Cold and Mrs Limey is getting over a tiny inconsequential cold. Nothing like my Man Cold!
Its strange how men get such severe colds and flu and just somehow cope.
There again I'm playing with fire now as Mrs Limey is looking over my ssoulder as I make up this tissue of lies and exagerations.
We all feel very sorry for ourselves. I'm thinking of posting a biohazard symbol on the front door.
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