Food poisoning

is no fun.  Well, sitting on the loo with the world falling out of one’s arse is no fun.

Now, visiting London as I have been one eats out: breakfast at 8 am at a good friend’s home seems blameless - toast and marmalade.  Lunch: sloppy giuseppe pizza at Pizza Express Euston Road. Unlikely as a source of food poisoning.

6.45pm, roast veg and stuff sarnie Foo Go sarnie bought from WHSmiths Kings Cross Station (for later), 6.50 a Mexicana Bagel bought from Ixxy’s franchise, King’s Cross, eaten at 7pm, the sandwich eaten at 8.30.  I suspect it’s one of the last two that is the source of my current unpleasantness.  This will probably be over by the morning, but I’ll be contacting Camden (?) Council’s Environmental Health and King’s Cross management in the morning.

Someone has not been washing their hands, and my arse is running like a glassblower’s nose.