...Of drugs, to be precise. To keep my three readers up to date (I know you all already know, but just in case someone who isn't my mum stumbles across this by accident...) - I have tonsilitis. Here's what I've been living on:
Tasty. Just a close up of that neon glowing orange gunge:
See that? 'Orange flavour'? Not true. They should really save money and just not bother. It made me gag. Today, I am swapping to the pills.
I can't wait to start cooking properly and eating nice food again. At the moment I'm subsisting on the sort of 'convalescent' food that I come across in all my 1920s cookbooks - poached fish and bread-and-butter. Nice - but dull. I long for pizza and anchovies. I'll start up again when I have something to write about.
So! On a scale of one to yummy? Approximately a -4.
Am I the only one who, on reading this, had Marry Poppins singing her 'Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down' song and dancing around in her head...fine, just me then.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, enjoying all three entries of your blog Flansta -- feels like my very own 'Julie and Julia' affair!
Lobe you bestest chum xxx
I got tonsilitis once 'cause I went on a road trip and drank too much beer every night for three weeks straight. But I only had to take an antibiotic. I could not have handled orange-flavored (or flavoured) stuff.
ReplyDeleteBlimey. I don't think I can boast such an impressive reason for catching the darned thing. I must have caught it off my brother. You'll be pleased to know though, I'm sure, that I managed to get pills rather than 'orange' goo today. Yay.
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