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About to go to bed after an evening at the neighbour's two doors down, who puts on a magnificent dinner every time (I mean, five, yes FIVE, dessert items on each person's plate) and served me a bit too much of the bubbly which I might pay for tomorrow. I'm not pissed, but my head knows that bubbly=migraine, and it's wagging its finger at me at the moment threateningly.
Cheers,
Marc
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