Kill or cure

I kept a long-standing arrangement to meet Sheila in town, though my condition is still delicate. She came to help me find a suitable dress for the golden wedding next month. She did a sterling job, leaving me sitting in luxury in Fenwicks changing room while she dashed about npbringing me stuff to try on. What with the lack of nice food on our travels and the lurgy since we got back, I seem to have dropped a dress size. So now I daren't pig out as the new glam frock won't fit.

When the credit card was maxed out I bought us a glass of fizz to celebrate.