You may be wondering about the sudden end of my Drinkalongathon post. There's an explanation. You decide if it's s good one.
My stinking cold took control around lunchtime, leaving me flat out on the settee, sniffling and feeling rather sorry for myself. Just as well I was feeling sorry for myself. I got no sympathy from the heartless beasts who share this house with me.
My sincerest apologies for the untimely demise of the Drinkalongathon. I'll try to do better next year.
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