Well it looks like those creamy garlic prawns were not as good as I thought. I spend a good three hours between 9 p.m. and midnight on Friday 7th December running in and out of Cliff's toilet. (Enough said.)
Perhaps I wronged those prawns. When I went around to Beryl's on Saturday morning to take her shopping I asked her if she had an upset tummy, but no she said she was fine and she had the entree serving of the prawns.
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