There's no copyright on 'Medicine Cabinets' Damien

It was not a great day. It was colder than one would expect in May, I have a cold lingering in my nose and throat, there was much on the plate in Acme Corp, the same plates which crashed messily to the ground and then I got a call advising that child #2 was ill. Oh lordy, so it was pick up the wee lass and a bit of babysitting while participating in a meeting. Then things sort of got worse, oh emails, phonecalls, the usual garbage which defines nothing to do with our existence but fill in the blanks, the landfill of life. Then somehow I got the better of the landfill, regaining control, more to follow tomorrow.

Last night Madame was out to see a film in which her mother featured, erm as one does. Not every day you see that, unless you are the daughter of someone really famous, which neither of us are.

So headaches, diarrhoea (number 3 in our daughter's scatalogical definition reference book), colds and aches. And here is some of what we have to help.

A criminally cold

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