Urgh lurg

[sixtine]

Boo hoo. Here I am in chilly Sweden brewing the lurg. It stArted shortly after I arrived with a heavy crackly chest and roasting face. My eyes have just reached hot oven setting and won't open properly while my teeth are chattering uncontrollably. Two days before I go home. Waaah. Pity me.

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[nyarbaggytep]

*sympathy* I hate being away from home when I am ill. Both because I can't enjoy /concentrate on where I am, and because I want my own bed!