I am never eating museli again. I don’t know what it is, but my stomach goes into complete revolt right now when presented with what has been my usual breakfast for several weeks.
As far as I can tell, despite this gastric upset (and oh my, it involved much dry retching, just about managing to be sick, violently clearing the system in the other direction rendering prune juice totally unnecessary, some weeping, lots of pain and lasted about 2 hours), Thing 1 is ensconced in a nice thick endometrium.
I, meanwhile, have just attempted a cream cracker with some cottage cheese and while I feel decidedly delicate, do feel much more chipper than I did for the two hours after breakfast. And, this time I did not end up in A&E. Mostly cos I couldn’t figure out how to get myself there.
But I am never eating museli again. It clearly no longer agrees with me.