Living with Tigger!
Ingredients for my magic pill.
It’s Sunday morning.
As usual (despite the cold, crisp start to the day here in Blackpool, England) I bounced out of bed. (Reminds me of the old gag; I combined my electric blanket with my toaster, so I could pop out of bed!) My girlfriend, Jen, calls me Tigger after the bouncy tiger character from Winnie-the-Pooh.
What is it that makes me jump straight u…
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