Prescient

Both sides of my face. Why, Mr Migraine you're spoiling me.

Left for work feeling fine.
Got to the tube station thinking my hood was too tight.
Got to the next stop, thought about crossing over and heading back but thought I could make it home.
Got to the next stop and realised that wasn't going to happen.
In the end I was barely able to manage the work back from whence I'd come.
I came so close to ending up on a bench (it's been done before) but thankfully I was able to fall through the front door and mumble something that was interpretable as can I use your bed and can you let people know.

Thanks to my saviours. You know who you are.

Vx

This was the remains of some Ambrosia rice pudding (the food I used to stock just for migraines as it's often the first thing I can digest that takes no prep). V just happened to have some in the fridge. We obviously all knew it was coming.