By some miracle we eventually managed to find our way - Mr Smith is rather good at that sort of thing. I began to feel tired and ill as my bruises were aching. I threw up horribly on the aeroplane with Mr Smith keeping a vigil outside the loo door for about 20 minutes. What a hero. I thought I was going to die but actually I didn't. I didn't even look particularly white as I am a lovely toasty colour after my sunny holiday and very very fat.
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