Not the best weekend, as weekends go, on account of our fridge not being very cold, and me eating the chicken therein anyway.
So, without being indelicate, I haven't had the best of weekends.
But I seem to be on the mend now. There was one really miserable day of fatigue and chills and fever and other fun stuff, and it's been getting progressively better since then. I'm now in the unenviable position of constantly craving nasty, fried food, but at the same time being wholly fearful of ingesting anything solid.
Hopefully this will be my last night of soup.
Not that soup is without charm, I just need something new.
I'll be eating prepared food from now on, thankyouverymuch.