Oh, curses. I'm going away later today for a long weekend at a folk festival in Oxford, which I've been looking forward to a lot both because Oxford is a place with many happy memories, and because my two favourite bands will be playing there. So what happens? I wake up at 4, shivering, hot/cold and sniffly. Grr!
I was in the middle of a strange Shep whumpy dream at the time. (cut for weirdness and wordiness)
Anyway, despite feeling ill, I'll still be going to Oxford later. Hope everyone has a good weekend.
I was in the middle of a strange Shep whumpy dream at the time. (cut for weirdness and wordiness)
Spoiler:
Anyway, despite feeling ill, I'll still be going to Oxford later. Hope everyone has a good weekend.
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