Today Mr Jones and I had a date - to stay in bed and do some serious wedding planning. Alas it is not to be. Mr Jones is in bed, nursing a "migraine" and running to the bathroom to be sick every hour or so. Apparently it's a different type of headache to the one he usually gets after drinking three pints of lager, three double G&Ts and a sambuca!
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