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comment posting problems

Sorry to butt in on your week of blog heaven boys, I know MM and I promised to keep away.

We seem to be experiencing some technical problems with comment posting - in other words, it's up the creek. We are trying to figure out exactly what's going on - until then, please feel free to email us your comments and we will post them on the blog until the glitch is fixed.

Hope you're enjoying the inner workings of our other halves. Just think, you only have to experience it for a week but we're looking at a lifetime...

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