I cry foul for two reasons:
1) Someone has given me a very nasty bug. I was feeling fine this morning, then at lunchtime noticed myself feeling yucky and the symptoms rapidly got worse throughout the afternoon. I ended up leaving work about an hour early, bought some essentials on the way home and grabbed a takeaway, ate it and went to bed for a few hours.
It's not looking good for painting right now and I doubt I'll be up to doing anything like that tomorrow.
So, own up. Who infected me? Was it:
a) Clint, to delay me finishing my current bits so I can start on the ESU space fleet?
b) Alan and/or Curt to prevent me painting any more 6mm and taking an unassailable lead in our teeny tiny side-bet?
c) Some random stranger on the Tube going to and from work?
d) all the above acting in a conspiracy against me?
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2) I have been given a red card.
Oh, hang on a second - that's fair, not foul! I strongly suspect that the parcel is my order from GZG. If I'm still sick tomorrow, I'll need to get some supplies in, so I'll make a slight detour and pick it up on the way back.