UPDATE: So, the reason why I was in Ikea was purely because my mother can’t stand driving on the A13 (one of our more dangerous roads). So as the good son who can drive, I was designated to take mother and brother to that Hell of furniture. Why furniture? Well they have decided to redecorate their house.
I only did this because Mum brought me some flat coke when I was too poorly to set foot outside my flat, so I kinda owed her a favour.
Obviously my diarrhea and vomiting are much better, thanks for all the advice, and I do wish I’d saved a stool sample to send off to an enviromental health lab – but my mind had been on other things.
I also got lumbered with cutting of the excess wallpaper at their place. My mum doesn’t trust my brother with anything sharp – that’s why he marks all his school books in crayon.
Now I have an hour to get ready for my Tuesday night meet-up with my friends around my place. At least I don’t have to make myself look beautiful…
