Twiggy is home, and we have penicillin and anti-inflammatories, and paracetamol and absinthe (not for Twiggy, but to ease the pain in my head and the pain in my bank account), and cruddy 80s DVDs, and minced offal. :-)
Hobson is glad to have her mother back, and then she had to go to bed so she didn't climb all over her.
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