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Wednesday, 21 January 2015

In which One is chilled to the bone.

What's to be done with a super-floo-us Lovely One?
Still can't seem to shake the never-ending virus and it's accompanying cough.
Nothing has really changed...
Sales are still poor, it's becoming more and more difficult to survive, but it all looks much more bleak in the throes of a biting January.
What to do next?
If One was an old Eskimo, One would have been put outside the igloo to perish in the snow.
But until One is able to fend for Oneself, One remains captive in the Manor, which is pretty much like an igloo, temperature wise.

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