Sunday Lunch

Sean asked me to go to Tonbridge yesterday to prepare Sunday lunch for some old friends.
It isn't easy, cooking in someone else's kitchen without familiar ingredients and implements. I was asked to make stew and I did, and it was OK. The people were all very nice - and very interesting - and it was a pleasant time.
Halfway through lunch I began to feel unwell though.
There were Engineering works to the train line on the way back so the journey took 3 hours and involved buses as well as trains. By the time I got home I had a fever and went to bed. I will be back there soon. I feel ghastly.

Michelle had a lovely weekend. She went to Hillsong in Leatherhead with a group of 20 to 30s people.

My mum popped in yesterday and she had written an essay on Addiction for a course she is doing. It was a good essay but the question had multiple components so I advised her to use exactly the same information but organise it into headings and subheadings so that the person who marks the papers will see that she has the required components dealt with.

Jack was projectile vomiting after feeds on Friday and Saturday and I suspected a furball. I dosed him with Olive Oil and there has been no more vomiting. If there had been, it would have been Vet on Monday. I was worried about that as my big scooter isn't fixed yet and the small one is too small for the cat basket., and taxis are soooo expensive. Furballs are common in elderly cats so I will go to the pet shop and buy him some special food for older cats prone to furball. I hope he will eat it! He and Madam Spikkeldy are the fussiest cats I have ever known. My Siamese were much more easy-going.