Blogher07 Summary, Fatblogging, and Rory is a Fish Pirate

Blogher I came home from Chicago absolutely knackered, as Eileen Brown would put it. The humidity and the time zone and the plane full of germs knocked the wind out of me. And then of course the inevitable post-trip-laundry-disorder sets in and you are buried in your own dirty socks. Fate worse than death. It…

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