Poor me, I’m sick. Just a sore throat and a cold, and probably no less than I deserve after a fairly trashy Christmas, but allow me some self-pity.
I keep thinking I should go to The Sales, but then I remember that I don’t actually need any more stuff and I have less than 50 pounds to last me until January 11.

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  1. mez says:

    no sympathy trash bag. if you were in here in the hot sun with me that wouldn’t have happened.

  2. mia says:

    I remember the sun… if you really cared you would have sent me a box with a little ray of sunshine in it.

  3. mez says:

    very cute. poor helpless sick mia. james can’t you see she needs someone to rub vicks on her chest, can you please be my proxy?

  4. mia says:

    That could be kinda creepy. Are you getting my texts, btw?

  5. mez says:

    i think so…they seem to be several days late though. I can’t work out what you are really referrring to in any of them. must be your cold….delerious and all…

  6. mia says:

    Maybe the little bird that carries texts between London and Melbourne has my cold. Maybe there was just too much network traffic over Christmas. Anyway, I’ll be checking my mailbox daily for my box of sunshine, and if you’re lucky I’ll send you some snow.
    Btw am not a trash bag. Or, it takes one to know one.

  7. mez says:

    ok t.b. can I send it to your work?

  8. mia says:

    I only just figured out what t.b. stood for… how many brain cells did I kill?

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