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Ok, so you're a pub that does great steak. You have a website, great. You tell me about the history of the building (like I care), give me your menu and wine lists and not-bad directions on how to get to you, but you don't want to tell me what time you stop serving your wonderful food. You're going to make me ring up, aren't you? Even though you don't take reservations and you're insanely popular because you serve great steak. Gits.

Very soon after edited to say: When this is about the worst thing that's happened to you so far this year, you really have no cause for complaint, Sarah.

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Tummy still playing silly games with me. If it's going to object this much to anything other than dry toast, it should at least do me the courtesy of shrinking, not getting bigger.

I'm a bad apprentice. No lernin' for me today! *burp*