I felt rotten all afternoon, I think it is a flu type thing I have working up ... so whilst I was happy to cook, I didn't really reckon on any thinking.
I'd exhausted my thinking anyway by making flatbreads for lunch . My last bit of thought was that feeling flu-ridden was rather like a hangover. And the best thing for a hangover is a fryup.
It was good. But I still feel infested.
Boo. End of whining.