Remember that scene in the Witches of Eastwick? When the religious nutter projectile-vomits cherries? Some do.
Well, that was me, recently. Minus the cherry stones but plus a few carrots. I did feel so much better afterwards, compared with beforehand, but I haven’t had such a nasty bout of food poisoning or gastric flu, whatever it was, in decades. It pole-axed me for two days.
Anyway, now well behind on all fronts, but I hope to write some more cheery (sorry) festive entries soon.
Update: looks like I had a bad bout of norovirus. Probably especially bad because I already had a cold
