I, like so many others in Cape Town, seem to have chosen to try the gastroenteritis diet after Xmas this year. The local Black Market in Loperamide is off the scale right now.
It’s going well: I’m losing about a kilo a day and therefore, by (late) March, I should cease to exist. Do the maths. I don’t care. Given the way I’m currently feeling, (late) March can’t come soon enough.
Most irritating of all is the fact that the family has had to delay our trip back down to Agulhas: that particular ‘happy place’ having temporarily been replaced by ‘anywhere near adequate ablution facilities’.
The recovery is very much on, though, and I’m hopeful that we can make that move tomorrow.