Julie has full-on ManFlu, and is face-down in the bed.
And fifteen minutes ago the End-Of-Festival Fireworks started. Which we had planned on seeing from Holyrood Park.
I hate missing things. Always have. That sinking feeling that life is happening somewhere else, and fun is being had without me.
It's not the end of the world. There will be more fun.
I'm just a bit sad.
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