Another suitcase in another hall. . . .
Prizes if you know the song!
I am languishing in a Travelodge in Basingstoke with only my cold viruses (see blog before last) to keep me company and another day's accountancy course and the M25 to look forward to tomorrow and I am feeling mighty sorry for myself, yes siree (any sympathy gratefully received).
It's from Evita. I claim my prizes. What are they?
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11:40 am
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