A funny turn

Not sure why it’s called “a funny turn”, there’s not much funny about it.

Ruby passed out in the supermarket in Edinburgh at the weekend when she had to go out for food. Today, I had to do the same as we had nothing left in the house and, at the checkout, felt myself wobbling and becoming disoriented. A sit down and a sugar injection from a couple of crème eggs (any excuse) washed down with a strong coffee was required before I felt ok to get in the car and head home.

And on it goes.