I have got the dreaded flu.

… houndish face was anything but memorable, yet Verna felt certain she had seen it somewhere before. Delfred! Delfred! Delfred! Woof! Woof! Woof! continued the chant outside the garden wall.

Thus, the ScotRail plan was to totally refurbish the trailer vehicles, with new sliding doors and a host of other improvements.

Shooting stars, meteors, and bizarre occurrences were commonplace. Tonight, however, was a 10.0 on my weird shit-o-meter.