Somewhere in the course of the night the fever has broken and I wake up feeling incredibly better. Thank God, this was obviously one of those 48 hour things.
After a shower, a potter and chatting with Sally, I even feel well enough to pop out for a gentle late lunch at Dukes.
A lovely roast dinner later, Sally and I head to the Dog Collar's house to see the birthday boy for a bit. Then Sally drops me home, picks up her bits and heads South, leaving me to have a quiet night in to recover ready for a busy work week.
So why is my throat starting to hurt more?
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