Well yes actually, I spent all morning writing this (and saving it) only for it to disappear. Who knows where? It would have told you about my views on the disability living (or dying, which i'm sure 'cam the scam' would prefer) allowance, constipation and diarrhoea, a gorgeous Spanish male nurse called Santiago, which for all you unspangled, means St James, where to buy a prosthesis for swimming costumes and all you need to know about travel insurance, if heaven help you, you are ill. But you are going to have to wait. I'm knackered. I'm just going to dream about Santiago.
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