Meal for One

I'm sick. Properly poorly with vomiting, fever and the sweats. It's either a bug triggered by the high temperatures or my microwave malfunctioned last night and my prawn korma for one wasn't warmed through properly. I threw up on the train this morning, narrowly missing a woman on her way to work dressed in summer whites. Thankfully the contents of my stomach emptied out onto my sandals, not her expensive leather ones, and soaked right through my socks. I have to go, the ginger and lemon tea my daughter made me isn't settling my stomach and I can barely see the keyboard, ideally I'd like to keep it bile free. I'll update you when I can tear myself away from the Armitage Shanks again.