Sunday, 10 December 2017

The Shroud of Old Sodbury

I've been suffering from Man Flu for the last couple of days, being confined to bed by Hay. I've suddenly realised that the Shroud of Turin is not some magical resurrection artefact, it's the bottom bed sheet of some poor bloke who had Man Flu.

Today is my last chance to shake it off, as I have to fly to Glasgow tomorrow for a meeting.

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