He cheated! How else could he throw a 7 with only one die?
Woke this morning to a room that wouldn't stay still and eyes that had a will of their own. The virus or whatever it was that struck me down in Paris before I could eat Thumper
so graphically put it) is back. God's judgement on the desire to eat the poor fluffy floppy ears? Probably. On the first night of the trip, I ordered hare, only to be told it was off the menu and to have to make do with duck instead. Still, I didn't get sick from eating Donald so what's God got against him?
I'm so pissed off. Mum is going to be very disappointed and I haven't been up to visit her for over two years.
Back to bed now. Sleep seems to be helping.