I was expecting a visit from my friend V - with whom I intended to hang out for a couple of happy days and relax and hear about her new work, her blogging ideas and so on and so forth... but yesterday I felt ill. M kindly told me it was an allergic reaction to smoking (passively). I pointed out that during my life I had passively smoked far more than last night without any immediate effect. He does like to grumble about things like this, and I suspected what he was really complaining about was my friendship with R and A (the smokers); then my stomach became very uncomfortable and painful - I was coughinh and my throat was sore in a raspy way - and in an unusual place. When I woke up at about 4.30am I realised I had lost my voice and that I needed a day in bed. Actually what I need is a day working on Conscience - but perhaps I'll get it now.
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