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God – I got ill yesterday afternoon and feel like I’ve been run over by a steamroller – got an attack of cellulitis and lay in bed from 4pm wanting to die. Heart rate around 180, temperature going up and down like a yo-yo - not a good thing. The only good thing is that it only lasts for 12 hours or so.

Much better today, thank goodness, just a little cotton-woolly. The cats were so sweet, I’m firmly of the opinion that animals know when you need a bit of TLC. Sevvie didn’t leave the bed except very briefly, and even Lili, who ALWAYS starts yelling for food around seven or even earlier, didn’t make a sound, and just waited for me to drag myself out of bed. *squishes them*

And I was so bloody sick, I missed Torchwood! So off to watch that now!

OMG – utter brilliance. Moar!! I thought I wasn’t going to like having it on each night, and OMG I can’t wait for episode 2. JACK! IANTO! EEEE!!!

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