Stuffed

 

It has not been a good day.*  The Fluey Thing is gaining again—today I can still hope it's anaesthesia hangover:  tomorrow I will have to face facts, if there are facts that need facing**—the weather has been 'start raining when she gets outdoors with hellhounds;  stop the minute she goes indoors again, but if she decides to tough it out, rain harder'—my two main computers, the mews laptop and the cottage desktop, are increasingly possessed by demons*** and there has been no official...