Today Mama English and I went for lunch to my favourite restaurant I ordered my favourite food and it was delicious. I then spent the rest of the afternoon feeling very sick.
Slowly but surely I’ve come to the conclusion that my ageing body just can’t handle burgers/fries/greasy chinese like it used to be able to. And this is a revolting revelation that I never, ever, wanted to fall victim too.
Even I can’t comfort eat, what on earth do I do when there’s an emotional void that needs filling? Where can I turn too if it’s not battered chicken and egg fried rice? Am I honestly going to be one of those people who gets stressed out and turns to exercise?!
That can’t be true. So I must turn to the only possible conclusion left to me:
I’ve been hijacked by an alien parasite.