Today’s cup of Jo has some bitterness to it. I will warn you that there are 2 descriptions of acts in animal processing that will put you off of Horror/Slasher novels for a while. After the time I spent in the Swine industry I will not endorse messages from PETA or PRIDE and a smattering of other groups that I have seen skew and embellish. Jo is right though in that some practices in the industry were most likely invented by Vlad the Impaler.

Jo Robinson

Don’t read any further if you’re squeamish. I apologise for the silence here over the last week. Although, considering what I have on my mind today, you might wish that I had continued to shut up. On Monday morning I was fairly bouncy, all malaria symptoms pretty much gone. Monday evening a bit of the hot and cold feverish thing didn’t worry me overly, but Tuesday morning was fairly scary. The temperature was back, as were all the aches and pains. Malaria that doesn’t go away after the course of tablets is a very dangerous thing, so I really did get a fright. It’s all figured out now though. It’s a bacterial infection caused by the malaria, and even though I don’t feel fantastic, I’m not updating my last will and testament quite yet. I tried very hard to write anyway, and I did, but these fevered scribbles are best…

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