Tuesday, I was ill.
Quite ill.
I went to bed, feeling bloated, and thought it the large dinner, lots of carbs with pasta and bread.
No.
At half one I had to get to the facilities quickly, that was the first of many such visits up to five when Jools got up

Once Jools left for work, it got worse, until my stomach emptied at about eleven. I had slept from seven until then, and after getting up for a drink, snoozed through to half three.

And no cats made me coffee or brought me medicine.
I had a coffee.
And in an hour, another.
And I felt better. The headaches was drom dehydration I think.
Jools brought home chips for dinner, which I was almost hungry for. I ate them all anyway, and had a huge cuppa.
But I was bushed, so at eight we both went to bed, and I slept like a log.
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