Scarves

Dont read on if you are eating....or are delicate of stomach

I am thankful for being a scarf wearer today.

London all day and I felt really uncomfortable on the train journey home, I couldn't settle and I was a right fidget bum all the way home. I put it down to it being a long old day and someone having a party in my belly.

I got to the station, got the car and started to drive, and I started to cough. Unfortunately the cough wasn't a cough, it was the need to be sick (see I told you to look away if you are eating). I just about got my scarf to my mouth....gross. I pulled my scarf off and thought how weird it was to be throwing up out of nowhere. Even more weird was continually throwing up all the way home....the smell was GROSS!

I got home and Simon answered the door to me with my once gorgeous Orla Kiely scarf gripped to my chest full of nastiness, sick all in my hair and all over my face. See, not nice at all - apologies but it is the weirdest thing as I am not sickly at all.

I stripped off in the hall way and jumped straight in the shower. Then came down and ate a bowl of spag bol! All back to normal now :)

Home sweet home and smelling a whole lot better than I did when I got home :)