For those who are interested in these things, I have just bounced back after 24 hours with the (self-diagnosed) norovirus.
For some reason, I can't get the lyrics of Dire Straits Skateway out of my mind: I keep hearing, "noro, noro, waxy, I'll see you tomorrow my son." Seems like it can do things to your head.
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