Roger Lewis is not loving the fat life
I always thought Covid was a Welsh Christian name, like Arnall or Iestyn. But no, it is in actuality a death sentence for the likes of me – the old, the ill and the stout. Especially the stout. If one is a bit of a blobby, starts to cough and splutter, and an ambulance has to be called – basically, it’s curtains. ...
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