The hour after monday lunch is a test. My stomache swells to twice the size and my brain vegetates into a sloshy moronic mush. I am no match for emails, let alone a PhD, but manage to click on a life line (courtsey of Esteban, via Duncan I think...). Wherever its from, well done, it made me shed a tear and carries me through till 3:
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