all you can eat

Possibly due to a dodgy cake at Dobbie's yesterday, possibly due to a dodgy haggis or chips from the Tail End in the evening and equally possibly due to swallowing two flies in the space of two minutes (one of which felt quite large) as I cycled along Gilmerton Road over the bypass I felt slightly strange about the intestines when I went to bed last night, not sleeping until sometime after four after getting up at half-one to go to the toilet and again at half-three to be sick. Whilst being sick is never nice it was quite relieving to finally get round to it after feeling I was going to for ages and was massively less unpleasant to just be sick once compared to February's on-the-hour-every-hour pukefest when everyone else caught the disease Edgar brought home from nursery. I had the same don't-feel-like-eating-ever-again sensation for most of the day, managing a little toast and soup at lunch and popping out for some soothing rusks after collecting Edgar in the afternoon, not managing much by way of DIY but fitting the new toilet seat and possibly doing some more painting, though from the point of view of almost a week later I can't remember everything.