This isn't really my problem; I'm just desperate to get out.
When I got back from the café on Sunday I was in agony. It took me all of Monday to get over it. I'm not really.
Outside the spring weather is sunny and invigorating; watching it from a chair is painful.
Indoors I'm driving Robyn mad and (horror) I've ended up watching daytime TV.
This has to end!
Meanwhile, as a result of my lengthy review of the two main parties NHS election promises, my readership has disintegrated.
I don't care; it's important.
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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