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The Outlaws Are Upon Us!

This blog has been temporarily suspended for the duration of Mil and Dil's visit to Hotel H. Normal service will be resumed when the blogger has had a little lie down.

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Pipany said…
Ooer...wondered what this was going to say Chris! Look forward to your return xx
4 November 2008 at 14:35
Flowerpot said…
A long lie down I should think Chris!!
5 November 2008 at 02:44
Woozle1967 said…
Typical! Missed meeting you at Aber and now you've gone for a lie down!!!! x
5 November 2008 at 03:02
Elizabeth Musgrave said…
Can't you sneak off in the interests of sanity? Hope all goes ok.
5 November 2008 at 03:20
Maggie Christie said…
The very best of luck with the visit. Have you got the prunes in? If all else fails go for a run and if it gets too bad let me know and I'll put the kettle on! xx Mags.
5 November 2008 at 03:56
Deborah Carr (Debs) said…
Bless, I hope you recover soon x
5 November 2008 at 09:05
Lane Mathias said…
Preseli Mags beat me too it. I was going to make sure you've stocked up with tinned fruit.

See you soon:-)
6 November 2008 at 03:37
Milla said…
Go on! You love it really! (but aren't they ALWAYS staying, or does it just feel like it?)
6 November 2008 at 03:46
snailbeachshepherdess said…
pssst... you can get up now! They must have gone by now surely?
7 November 2008 at 10:45
Chris Stovell said…
Nope, they are still here... I'm staying put.
7 November 2008 at 14:41
Elizabethd said…
No, you are not disqualified, there are no parameters for friends.
8 November 2008 at 10:11
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