Sick of being sick.
I have reason to suspect that I am suffering from Arsenic poisoning.
My wife swears she is not to blame. This time.
She has suggested that it might, perhaps, be someone I have pissed of through my blog.
This is not, I guess, a completely ridiculous suggestion.
Possible Suspects:
Or, perhaps, it is one of you …
The Questions continue …
Number 2:
Where are the instructions for my stereo? –Hx
Ha, puny mortals! Stare in awe at my psychic powers!
The message I’m getting is … the instructions are … they are ...lost. Somewhere. Does that help?
Oh, wait. There’s more.
Hx, I can see a chest of drawers. In a spare room. Look in the third drawer down – the messy one. The instructions have fallen over the back. You're welcome.
