They don't give you sick notes any more they give you well-notes. Appropriate as I still feel well despite the non-benign presence within me.
After a couple of shitty days yesterday was a good to be alive day - with glorious spring sunshine throughout. After nightfall we lay on the trampoline and watched the stars come out. Amazing how many constellations you can see even in the city.
This week's good news is they've scrapped the cider-tax. Lib dems are claiming the credit for this to help the Somerset producers - West Country people being about the only ones who vote for them.
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