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Cold, cold, cold/Friday rest/Hudson’s Cakes


Between the laryngitis and the translation there's been little room for adventure. Now that my voice has returned (so hoarse!) and the translation has spun off into the ether, it's time for a Friday rest. Cold, cold, cold, but don't those spots of sun make all the difference? Being ill has meant I still haven't made it to Jim and Katie's new cake shop. The injustice!



ah, poor you! hope your voice heals long enough to order a cake soonest.

Sorry to hear you've been ill Sylee. Cake is surely the best palliative!

Jonquil, Paul, so hoarse still, but feeling better. Off to Hudson's now!

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