A poor day as my throat was again rotten and I had a 'Night nurse' hangover. I'm miserable when I'm poorly. I phoned Colin to say I wouldn't be attending rehearsal, he sounded grateful that at least I'd phoned him. As the day wore on I started to feel a little brighter and was able to neck a few whiskeys and had a cigar. Duh...
As I regularly tell Ang, I get on my own tits.
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