The Amazing Mystery Illness of Not Yet Death loves me. It doesn't want to leave me but it can get stuffed. I'm out of here. I'm leaving The Peach and heading into the blue, just for tonight.
It wasn't the Illness, it was mould. I ate mould! That was unexpected.
I had toast for dinner last night and when I could finally crawl out of bed into the kitchen this afternoon I discovered that the bread was mouldy.
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Dun dun dun! The plot thickens. Or, at least, fungalises itself.
perhaps the mould only sprouted in the night, *after* you ate your unblemished bit.
a little penicillin never hurt anyone ; -)
But I was woken regularly by incredible pains in my stomach. I had to crawl across the floor and find some panadol, it was not ideal and just a tad unflattering.
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