It's the Luca Peter. I'm Pete Donelson. I'm joined by Mr. Lucie Moore and I am in what can only be described as an apology cabin, but not the apology cabin down the end of my garden. No, no. The apology cabin in 2025 in Huitzstable in Kent. And Lukeie Mowers with me. Luke, how are you doing? I'm not with you. I want to make that

very clear. No, but if we were together, I think we'd be having a jolly old time because, to be

quite frank, we could power off our respective responsibilities on partners and me and you could

just burr and earnier in a bed because we're both feeling like, lots of shit at the moment.

That's true. That is true.

Speaking of apology, Cabins, we should make

apologies to our listeners for not delivering a show

for them on Monday, Peter.

I know, yeah.

Quite simply, for the first time

since we've been doing this,

not one of us, but both of us was bedridden sick, not like Bert and Ernie,

separate parts of the country.

You had or still have the remnants of a chest infection, and I had like an appalling winter flu

like I've never had before, so we just simply could not deliver a show.

Now, normally we plan ahead if we're going to go away or we work something out.

But with both of us absolutely bedroom, there's nothing we can do.

So we're back today, but Peter is in a different place.

We probably sound slightly different.

I would add, Peter, if I started the, and I mean this with love and affectionate always,

if I had started this, stuck in a cabin with you in Wistible, I'd have to, and someone said to me,

like in a year's time, that's what's going to happen, I'd have to be thinking, how's that, how's my life panned out that way?

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