There is a bug going around Katanning, giving folk nasty painful abdominal cramps, and diarrhoea.  A lot of people at work have suffered.  I thought I would be immune because I prepare my own food, and I am a fastidious hygiene-nazi Health Inspector.

This morning I have it too.  Damn.  It would be on a Saturday.



About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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One Response to Trots

  1. Pilgrim33 says:

    So track it down and kill it.


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