Annie-Mo is poorly. She is hot and bothered and sad and very cuddley. I think it may be her teeth again. Today, much of it was spent on the sofa with her, snuggling. The others also took the opportunity to cosy in too, which was lovely. Jay regaled us with some new jokes he has learned. Here is one I heard earlier.
" What do you call a man being chased by a car?"
"Tyred !"
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