Have just had twenty four hours of violent tummy pains, and ghastly symptoms of food poisoning. I suspect that the soup at the Lent Lunch at a local church is to blame. I long to know if others are similarly affected but can`t ask. Anyway I have stayed in bed all day and feel very peculiar now I have just come downstairs to move chairs about for Meeting tomorrow. I am a firm believer in`working it off` so I am sure I will be better soon.
Trouble is, I am trying to do my homework for the Writing Group which is on Tuesday and I find it difficult to be creative when I am not feeling well. Think of all those poor poets with galloping consumption like Keats, and the Brontes. However did they manage.