Day 27, 11 days until you return.

Hello little Trampy!
Its sounds like you had a strange Christmas what with surfing lessons and that. Paddle boarding sounds amazing, I vote we both get one and race them down the canal!
There's not much to report today in comparison to the last few, I actually felt horrific when I got up, I thought my throat was going to fall out. Mam decided it wasn't tonsillitis after shoving a spoon in my mouth whilst wearing Robs new head torch, I'm unsure how accurate her medical advice is but who I'm not one to argue with her, especially when I can't actually speak, in fact my voice has almost gone, I sound like a porn star, or someone working on a sexline.
I went home to my flat today and had a bit of a tidy, by a bit, I mean minimal, I picked up some wrapping paper from the floor and washed up the cups that had been in the sink since Wednesday.
I went to Comet to buy a new laptop as mine has finally given up the will to live. Shops such as these confuse me greatly, I have no idea what to look for and it always smells slightly of carpet and plastic wrapping. I don't know what any of the information on the cards next to the various laptops mean and go purely on looks. I got one in the sale, it's shiny and looks nice. I had to give my name and address etc to the lad serving me but embarrassingly my new sexline voice completely packed up halfway through my address so it ended up me having to take his keyboard and type it for him, he looked at me in disbelief and neither of us really knew what was going on.
So I decided to go back to Mams for lunch, and sympathy. When I got there auntie Dor was there with this lad called Jack who goes to her special school, she looks after him as respite for his parents or something. Anyway, Jack was ace and insisted on taking photos of me on his old school digital camera and then laughing hysterically every time I coughed. He calls Dor "Mrs Hall" and at one point he ran after mum shouting "other Mrs Hall" He then went into some hilarious frenzy loudly shouting "the same, the same" and frantically pointing between Mum and Dor. I hope Jack visits again.
I got home and Gran was back from my Aunts, she was very concerned about my sore throat and scurried around in her pantry and produced a pack of lemsip that was covered in dust and clearly from the 1940s. I thanked her and made a mental note never to open it.
The evening dragged and all I wanted to do was go to bed, I'm hoping that I feel better for my 15 hour shift at work tomorrow.

Ciao Belle,
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