Oh...

I'm hurling all my pudgy middle-aged energies into the horror of the divorce process at the moment and awoke a couple of days ago sure in the knowledge that I'd had a sense-of-humour bypass operation while I slept. No doubt I'll scrape together the funds for reconstructive surgery in due course, although I may have to sell one of my livers. Normal service will be resumed, etc., etc.

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