It came on suddenly; I went to bed on Sunday feeling fine and woke up Monday morning with body chills, limp as an overcooked noodle. Later, on the four hour train journey that stood between me and my bed in Glasgow, I discovered there was a stomach component to whatever strain of flu I had contracted. Time has never passed so slowly. On one trip to the …
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