Today The Guts, scamps that they are, have been playing a really awesome fun game called 'feel-like-we've-been-set-on-fire-and-then-throw-up'. However they have worn themselves out after playing it for several hours in a row so I am just about able to function again. Although I have apparently gone an unhealthy colour, feel like my internal organs have been vacuum packed and never want to eat anything ever again. I felt so weak earlier that I even forced Disgruntled Bear...
...to be cuddled for about half a hour while I lay limply on my bed listening to classical music. He was disgruntled about it.
The Grapes however are in just GREAT shape, smug gits that they are. So click/look below to see where they've got to today in their version of Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre:
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| Grape Jane returns to Thornfield and gets a nasty shock. |
By the way, 'throw up' was a euphemism.
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