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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
Flowerpot said…
A long lie down I should think Chris!!
Woozle1967 said…
Typical! Missed meeting you at Aber and now you've gone for a lie down!!!! x
Can't you sneak off in the interests of sanity? Hope all goes ok.
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.
Bless, I hope you recover soon x
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:-)
Milla said…
Go on! You love it really! (but aren't they ALWAYS staying, or does it just feel like it?)
pssst... you can get up now! They must have gone by now surely?
Chris Stovell said…
Nope, they are still here... I'm staying put.
Elizabethd said…
No, you are not disqualified, there are no parameters for friends.

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