So I caught pharyngitus and could not devote as much time to Gallow's Play as I wanted, being almost unconsicious with plague.
Having started out as a sore throat, due to a wondeful game called Talisman in which you must scream "DEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTHHHHHHH!", when ole Grim is due to be moved, it degenerated, bacteria swarming into being like little devils intent on turning my tonsils into palatial condos with expansive decking without the necessary planning permission.
I was not amused.
But then I got drugs from the nice chemist, and consumed them readily by god, although the horrible doctor told me not to unless I was bed-ridden.
Fucking bed-ridden????? Not fucking likely mate.
I want to say I'll have Gallow's Play up by the end of April, but lets see how that goes before I commit, shall we?