Feeb

During the night I succumbed quite violently to what must be food poisoning. I often stash food all day in my bag and not the refrigerator, which has now come to bite me in the arse.

The day was a struggle and the parents, the timing of whose visit is unfortunate, say they have never seen me so feeble. I did manage a five-minute walk to the shops with the mother, snapping the allotment en route.

The afternoon was a loll around the flat watching football and tennis whilst my dad transformed one of my cupboards with new shelves, in 30+ degree heat. Chat was of previous heatwaves in 1976 and a couple of other years. I wonder if this year's matches those epics. I'm sure the Met Office will reveal all