Probably not a good idea to have a large bowl of my famous hot and spicy vegetable soup though, but I did. Followed up in the evening with some fried potatoes and eggs and of course the obligatory red wine and beer. That night it struck again, big time. I did not think anyone could expel so much liquid from a human body in such a short time and spent from 3am until morning either facing or sitting on the loo.
As SWMBO was also sick a day after me we figured it out that the only food item we had both had, hamburgers! They were actually from God's own supermarket, Lidl. So SWMBO chucked everything that we had cooked lately and stored in the fridge out, including any frozen stuff, so taking no chances.
I'm now on my second day of water only and although feeling a lot better, a bit dizzy at times, also passing wind is still a flip of a coin, a chancy business.
Weather is overcast but reasonably warm and remain like this for the next few days or so.
This is the Sunday SWMBO has been waiting for since we got here, because the famous “Bull Ring” craft market is held in Roquetas every month and she missed the last one. So she is off to it on her own because quite honestly I could not take the chance on walking the 5 miles there and back. Unfortunately she gets to take money with her without my prudent presence in attendance, so I can see an antique artifact adorning the walls of the MS when she gets back. “I'll just take a €50 note you can't take too much can you?” Er... actually yes you can.
She came back 3 hours later with two books, a headscarf and little change.
Jonny no mates campsite, they were full last week!
I'm on to the last book about King Alfred and the Danes, by Bernhard Cornwall. Based on historical fact but “fictionalised” to make reasonably good reading, very much like his “Sharpe” books. I'm also planning to do some of those things I was going to “get round to” if I can be arsed to do so.
The site is gradually emptying as people disappear either further on in their journeys or back home.
The plan to spend a couple of days in Granada is on the back burner for the moment, thank God we did not go last week as planned, then again we would not have eaten the burgers but of course that would have just been putting off trouble until another day.
We are quite away through “Life on Earth” and it's nice to see David Attenborough getting older again, he looked weird when he was younger and you can really tell how far the actual quality of production has come on through the years.
Just been for a shower, God it feels good, hot and powerful. I don't like baths, I know a lot of people do but I can't see the point in lying in water that's gradually getting dirtier as you wash. I mean where do you start? Your hair? That's greasy. Your feet? They are smelly. Your “bits?” Well let's not go there shall we? Of course if you are not a proper Englishman you make even take it upon yourself relieve yourself, who gets out of the bath for that eh? I know I didn't, so what the hell are you washing in now!
Where as in a shower you can do anything and still come out smelling of roses, or apple, or mint sauce, depending on your shower gel, says so in the scriptures, doesn't it?
Monday morning 4:30am and I can't sleep, slept too much dozing in the chair yesterday I guess. Good news is that although there have been rumblings, everything seems to be OK “down there”, although SWMBO did insist I wore two pairs of underpants in bed, just in case. Funny thing is I tried a can of my favourite lager and a taste of wine and didn't like either and THREW them away. I did not want to admit this but, and keep it quiet mind, but I also threw out what was left, well half actually, of the last gallon of vino I had bought.
It had been open a while and because I had not been drinking it, on SWMBO express command, because of the food poisoning, it had started tasting, well, a bit like vinegar, funny that?
Now someone once told me if you keep wine too long it goes off and tastes of vinegar, I've never kept wine too long, or even long, so how would I know? Also you should let a wine “breath” and if it doesn't look like it is breathing, give it mouth to mouth resuscitation asap.
Also this waking up stone cold sober each morning it a little hard to get used to and I'm not used to it. Come on, who wants to remember what happened in the last hour before you went to bed?
Probably had another argument with SWMBO about how I would be living like a GOD with two Ferrari's and plenty of young women hanging off my body, if I'd seen sense and not married her. I mean isn't it better not to remember such words the next morning so you can snuggle up and start the day afresh? Also when you wake up, the day gets no better.
Stop bloody press!
Just cleared the fridge of any food stuffs that we thought even might be a problem and it turns out the most of the inmates in our local have had and some are still suffering exactly what we had. I wonder if those hambugers are retrievable from the main bin?
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