It's not a hangover, it's the flu. I took the train to Paris this morning, got off in Lille and came straight back home. 40° fever, red head with watery eyes.

The flu it is and so I got a chance to reread my post on Deva. Alcohol works as a truthserum I see. May the object of my affection not be shocked. Deva you are addictive company.

Time to get some sleep again.
Happy Easter. Betty C : I am so sad that I had to cancel my visit. I owe you a drink or two or three or four.