Or not...

At midnight last night I was happily emailing Charles:

God this food tastes good! Verrry happy tummy!

Then at 4.00 am I was emailing him again:

I’ve got food poisoning. Bleurgh!

Serves me right for being too lazy/greedy to take the chicken shreds out of Charles’ mum’s rice! Normally I’m a fish-eating vegetarian and wouldn’t eat chicken – but there were a few small bits mixed up in the rice, and it smelled sooo good, and I was too hungry to care. Ha! That’ll learn me!

Luckily it turned out to be more of a dodgy tummy than actual food poisoning, so for a couple of hours I lay on the settee in a dressing-gowned heap and watched some programmes about mummies on BBC4. It was quite a nice way to be ill really, I must do it more often!