Porridge

M hunted me down after three days in bed. I always thought it would take them a week to notice my disappearance.

He made some porridge and with a shrug of his shoulders said "I'm not sure this is right, I've never eaten porridge, we weren't poor".

Which made me laugh so I must be feeling better.

After trip to the docs this morning I was prescribed penicillin because I'm full of spite and puss. Of course I left my bag at home. Of course I did.