My body is rejecting itself. Everything south of my navel has decided to secede from the union, and friends - I want to let it. Tragically, the hip bone is connected to some other bones, and all the organs housed thereby, and I can't. I am left mooning around in my room - never far from the attached bath - with the wide, staring eyes of the shell-shocked. At least this is the final leg, and we have met up with Sue, who is charming and wonderful and totally capable of doing all the work stuff I might have been doing, so the company will march on, unhindered. In fact, if I thought I could make a transatlantic flight with dignity and upholstery intact, I would explore the option of going home and being miserable there, but that is not a choice open to me, despite promises made by certain OTC pill bottles.
In the meantime, however, having capitulated and bought decent internet speed (20 Euro per DAY, what is this INHUMANITY?!), I will distract myself with the pre-illth tales of adventure still waiting to be told, and test this new connectivity (skepticalface) with photo uploads.
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