A sick wife
We were on our way into Bordeaux to the cinema this morning when, at the Unitec tram stop, Pat said "I don't feel too well". The next thing the peach she had eaten for breakfast had made a spectacular return on the pavement behind the tram stop.
So today has been quieter than anticipated. Pat bounced back and ate a hearty lunch of bacon, egg, black pudding, fried bread, chips, tomatoes, mushrooms and hash browns.
OK, not really. She skipped lunch and hasn't eaten all day, but she seems OK. None of the rest of us have been in the least nauseous so I guess it was something she ate. A rogue peach ? At least she threw up before we got to the cinema and even before we got into the tram.
So I have caught up on some letters, emails, forms and stuff like that, and read some more of "L'Institution Chrétienne". The new modern French version is actually easier to read than the English !
So today has been quieter than anticipated. Pat bounced back and ate a hearty lunch of bacon, egg, black pudding, fried bread, chips, tomatoes, mushrooms and hash browns.
OK, not really. She skipped lunch and hasn't eaten all day, but she seems OK. None of the rest of us have been in the least nauseous so I guess it was something she ate. A rogue peach ? At least she threw up before we got to the cinema and even before we got into the tram.
So I have caught up on some letters, emails, forms and stuff like that, and read some more of "L'Institution Chrétienne". The new modern French version is actually easier to read than the English !
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