I'm Sorry, Mr Nash

"I can fart safely now the runs have stopped,
My arse isn't still sore when I wipe it down,
I can think clearly now the GE is gone,
It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) Sun-Shiny day"

The above sung to the tune of Johnny Nash's "I Can See Clearly Now" just about sums up how I'm feeling at the moment - yes, the lyrics still need work and GE stands for "gastroenteritis". It would have complete made a dog's breakfast my little ditty otherwise. That's all a point of view of course, you may already be thinking that. C'est la vie (followed by an imaginary gallic shrug).

Having been laid low for about 2 days with food poisoning (due to a dodgy vanilla slice which I bought from Spitalfields Market last Sunday. Having taken a day off work to recover meant that I had time to think about silly little ditties and about how perhaps Spitalfields should be renamed "Spittlefields" as all the cakes were openly on display and what with people walking about and talking, sneezing, coughing, the cakes could easily have been contaminated by stray globulets of spittle. That said, I ate similarly displayed food last Saturday from Borough Market, including two HUGE oysters which I bought from Richard Haward's oyster stand and some Comte/Gruyere but didn't suffer any ill effects. It must have been the spittle from Spitalfields that did me in. If you're wanting to know how huge the oysters were, have a look at the picture at the end of this post. In case you're wondering, it wasn't the oysters that gave me the runs as I'd have been sick on Sunday instead of Monday.

I'm rather getting ahead of myself with all this. I should have started off saying that I'm now back from my trip and have lots to catch up with. Lots of things happened while I was away, not least the gastroenteritis and I hope to be posting a few entries over the next few days about some of the things which caught my attention.