Still feeling absolutely awful. I laze around for the day, trying and failing to manage the temperature and the various other discomforts that come with a kidney infection and watch a bit of TV. There some football on and the odd film, and then in the evening Pulp are playing at Reading. Pulp hold a special place in our hearts, as when oldest was a mere babe, she would bounce around to "Common People" shouting "Jarbis", much to the amusement of adults around her. She was an adorable baby, and I miss her when she's away. When they came on, I sent her a text saying "There's Jarbis!", not expecting a reply, but to my delight, she sent one straight back, and she was there watching them. I spent the rest of the set in floods of tears reminiscing. I also didn't realise that Mrs Plug had sent virtually an identical text. Little moments like that melt me.
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