So having been on Jude's broken back for the last couple of days (she's been in agony and popping ineffectual pills like Liza at a Studio 51 reunion) we finally headed for a doctor this morning. Better pills. An injection into her ass and the promise of a day at home to recover may do the trick. I'm hoping so - when she spends the night awake and in pain she starts to tidy and then to do laundry - as a result the only things that I can find today are stretched out on a washing line across the pool
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