I'm feeling grotty, ill, and bad tempered. I ache, my throat is sore, and a headache comes and goes - taunting me. Meh.
None-the-less I feel behoved to blog on how wonderful the gift was I got from my mate Kapitano. Not a red-rose or a bottle of wine, not a yacht or a villa in the south of France; but a short story called Future/Past. Kapitano, when he can be bothered, writes really well, and this is no exception.
Without further ado: read it here!