A toast munching, coffee drinking marvel
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August 22, 2003
4:38 p.m.

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Downstairs smells of toast. I cremated some for Dad this morning and it's lingering.

Dad was taken into hospital again about half an hour ago. His leg has swollen up and I did what any good daughter would...
...I took photos. Well he virtually asked me to ("You can if you want"). This was of course after the doctor had been to see him and while we were waiting for an ambulance. When it arrived, I had a short conversation to do with diet and M.E. with the younger ambulanceman who had a mate with M.E. Virtually everyone does nowadays but I think I can say I have a larger quantity of M.E.-ridden friends than the average person.

My mobile phone is more bust than before (won't make or recieve calls) and I'm feeling a bit lost without it. I never thought I'd rely on stupid technology this much.

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