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I thought I was coming down with a touch of the influenza, but then I remembered I ate a half a packet of Hob Nobs. Not wise, my friends, not wise at all. They're called digestives for a reason, and well, I was just so overjoyed at having located the fuckers that I neglected to remember this tiny fact.
Curse you, McVitie's! Curse the whole rotten lot of you!
Edit: This is what I looked like this morning before going out.
My upper lip is suspiciously absent. I wonder where it's gone off to.

Edit, the Second: The downstairs toilet is bloody cold!
Edit, the Third: What the hell?

Curse you, McVitie's! Curse the whole rotten lot of you!
Edit: This is what I looked like this morning before going out.
My upper lip is suspiciously absent. I wonder where it's gone off to.

Edit, the Second: The downstairs toilet is bloody cold!
Edit, the Third: What the hell?
