I very rarely get ill. But last week’s feeling poop turned into full blown drowning-in-snot lurgy. It wasn’t pretty. It was grim. I single-handedly used up an entire box of mansize tissues in a week.
It’s as if my body totally failed to realise that I DON’T HAVE TIME TO BE ILL! I have a handmade Christmas to produce, housework to do, a toddler intent on destroying the world and a stroppy kid to ferry to and from school. I haven’t scheduled sickness into my timetable!
But I spent all weekend in my PJs and today is the first day I’ve felt properly human again. So now I’m playing catch-up again. Anyhoo, here’s the germ-laden food I served last week…
MONDAY: sweet and sour chicken, rice and prawn crackers
TUESDAY: beany lentil cottage pie
WEDNESDAY: prawn and veggie bulgar wheat
THURSDAY: anniversary dinner (shop-bought mushroom ravioli, jazzed up with garlic butter, sage from the garden, chopped chestnuts, and parmesan)
FRIDAY: sausage and tomato stew
SATURDAY: spaghetti bolognese
SUNDAY: roast lamb, roasted veg and cailiflower with chestnuts