Anyhoo, I'm not sure what's wrong with me, but having seen fifteen patients this morning, and then spent the afternoon at the hospital library, I feel decidedly ill this evening. Well, I've got a headache anyway. And I'm surprisingly tired. I expect I've caught some kind of hospital superbug or major tropical disease. But I'm sure I'll be fine in the morning.
So while I crawl into bed with a couple of paracetamol and a traumatised cat, here's a picture of a chicken...

I told Lisa I'd write a note to remind her to give her Mum the packet of chicken breasts we've been keeping in the fridge for her since Friday. But I decided that a picture speaks a thousand words. It's just a shame we didn't buy her any sausages. I'm much better at drawing pigs.
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My first comment was 'Poor Chloe!' That was quickly followed by my second comment 'Poor Amelie!', since I'm sure Chloe will very quickly get her own back. Tell Chloe I'm coming 'to take her away from it all' for half an hour tomorrow morning.
Poor Chloe? Poor Amelie?? What about poor Phil???! I've had to drag myself out of my sick bed to write this!
Poor, poor Phil!! I'm so sorry!!! xxx
At least you didn't draw a breast on the chicken.
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