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Monday, 19 July 2010
I want my Mommmmy!
Yesterday did not end well. I retreated to bed at 6pm feeling incredibly nauseous, or what trained medical professionals term "pukey". Mr B sprang into action, he is just so caring, he covered the new carpet in our room with a towel and put the bin by the bed. Behold the pathos of Blighty in her sickbed!
Luckily for the carpet no upchuckage occurred but I did manage to fall over the bin in the middle of the night and wake Mr B. Ha!
PLEASE NOTE: NO BUSHBABIES WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS POST