Above is our flat in London, its the one with the white iron lace railings.
343a Kensington High street
No shortage of Caviar shops and Persian restaurants downstairs. But its quiet, and we rarely hear or smell the restaurants.
Above:- Pigeon waiting for a bus on our balcony...
We went out for dinner at a local pub on Wednesday night and we are fairly sure we got a hefty dose of food poisoning.
We were both so sick, to the point where we wondered if we should call an ambulance.
So all we did on Thursday was catch a bus to Kensington High street to the Boots pharmacy, and that was an effort. I had medications with us but we were so violently sick that they didn't work.
Can't eat. Thirsty, can't drink water won't stay in.
I have some sort of growling rodent running around in my innards and Graham has the same rodent running around his head with a hammer.
At least we had no plans for the day and we didn't have to catch a train or similar. so we spent most of the day curled up trying to get through it. We were very pleased to have nice comfy place to veg out.
(I'm writing this nearly a week later and we are a lot better, although it was slow going and it really knocked us about. We've only just started to eat normally again. But I will document our progress as I catch up on missed blog posts).
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