Thickos, Dallas and Cardigans for Absy

[Hullygully]

So let us muse upon a cardigan and dwell in Elysian fields of SouthFork where the lips do tremble and the mad roam free.

And fear not the Thicko.

It is a COLD which has morphed into a chest infection. Grr. I am proper rough. Pinot.

Anyhow. Fel - hangover?

Poor lamb. I'd only you only (a) You've got the lurgy and (b) Well that's it really. I've had enough of being poorly.

I chuffin' wish you well though medarlin'! Tuck up, rest, drink loads of fluids and wait for it to clear x

And you. You with your being all poorly ill as well

I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack

Where are you all my lovelies?

Oh Abs - did you have a lovely time? Did you dance your arse off in CRABS!

I did! I didn't dance my arse off, but I ate enough to grow three new ones.