Out of The Peach and into the blue

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.

Comments

Martin Kingsley said…
Dun dun dun! The plot thickens. Or, at least, fungalises itself.
ragingyoghurt said…
perhaps the mould only sprouted in the night, *after* you ate your unblemished bit.
Anonymous said…
a little penicillin never hurt anyone ; -)
DS said…
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.