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Ya know, I can happily spend my day poking round in placentas but ask me to wash the mushy pea pot and I turn into a gibbering wreck.

Mushy peas is evil, I tells ya.

Most of the family is off on holidays (Rugby-> Ibiza -> Rugby -> home) for the next week and a bit. I'm hoping I can bribe dad into not wanting mushy peas this week.

Oh, and in wonderful happy news, dad's weight has gone back up to 7 stone 12, his heaviest since 1998, moving him from "emaciated" to "underweight."