Awaking from blissful slumber, I felt pretty lousy, my throat was sore and I felt generally rubbish. Luckily for me, Andy did the decent thing and got out of bed to put the kettle on, except that it wasn’t the kettle he boiled up some milk and made us both a hot chocolate. That was enough to coax me out of bed, but that’s as far as I got for a while. Andy was on a roll, he also made some pancakes with golden syrup for our breakfast, it felt like a lavish outback breakfast but one that went down well with the onset of a cold. As I was not up to much I sat just on the edge of the awning and slightly out of the sun and read a magazine, I also did
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