Hurrah, I feel much better.
Just as well, because I was starting to worry. Stomach upsets usually only last 36 hours at the most, and this one has been knocking around since last Friday.
So, I ate some food today. So far, and I am aware this is probably too much information, it hasn't made a reappearance of any kind.
Other news: Made lemon curd this evening, whilst cooking the aforementioned food. It worked very well, and I am planning a toast and lemon curd bonanza for breakfast tomorrow.
Also, it seems that the fantastic WithaY Angler Fish has swept the board in Belgian Waffle's Village Fete contest. I am eagerly awaiting the prize to be delivered to my door. I hope it's a pony. Made of gold.
On a slightly, but not very, different tack, I spoke to my new boss today. I am being released back into the wild to take up my new job at the beginning of October.
I need to find out about getting a season ticket for the train, also a long term parking ticket for the station car park. I need to learn the best walking route from Waterloo to the office. I know that it is 1.4 miles, according to Google Maps, so it should take me less than 30 minutes to walk it.
It seems that my new colleagues are already scared of me. Excellent. There is something to be said for coming from an environment where we have shitloads of guns.
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Um, it's not. But it is really really great. Ahem.
Anyway I need the WithaY address before I can package up the anaconda, I mean, secret Belgian present.
Lemon curd is simply the best food in the entire universe. Eat nothing but that and you will soon be restored to full health.
Jaywalker, check your email. I have warned the postman to expect huge sacks of loot.
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