Monday, January 20, 2014

Run rabbit run

Not so much better today although the magic pill worked til 4am when it's marvellous properties suddenly wore off and Clare Balding and I were back on the bog.

I suggested Mr Smith might like to find a local pharmacy.  I know there are two down the road but you would have thought I had asked him to find an igloo on the beach.  He had his blank slightly batey face on so I decided to halt the expedition to the shops and get a top up from Glen the Good Magic Pill man.  He told us when we arrived that should we find ourselves in need of these during our holiday he would be happy to sell us one for the rest of our Indian money in the full knowledge that we would be happy to pay!  I thought he was joking.





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