Meek

Possibly due to sunstroke (ironic given that I live in Mozambique and love the sun) or an over-indulgence of rich foods, I fell ill on the journey back from the Chilterns to Cambridge. The closed system of the tube was the worst place to feel nauseous as it was packed with Notting Hill Carnival revellers. At Kings Cross I had to resort to the toilet on the train, which wasn’t functioning properly and therefore the door was open to all and sundry. British people get very uncomfortable when someone is vomiting near them. Awkwardness genes are triggered strongly.

Back in Cambridge I retreated to bed during the heat of the afternoon and was completely meek and feeble for the rest of the day.