Matthew's Journal

I had a really nice dinner with ewx, lnr, simont and Duncan last night. ewx and I had Chinese, whislt the others had curry. This morning, I was feeling rather nauseous, but reckoned I was probably up to going to Oxford. Mark failed to persuade me to go home at Kings Cross, and as we crossed town on the tube, I began to feel worse. By the time we made the Paddington concourse, I was feeling significantly ill, so sent Mark to Oxford with my apologies, whilst I went home.

I managed to get off the second tube train at Kings Cross, and was walking off the platform when doom occured, and I was bent double over the edge of the platform depositing the contents of my stomach onto the tracks (where it will no doubt feed the mice). One of those "hitting bottom" moments; hearing the footsteps of people walking on by. After my abdomen stopped spasming, I made my way slowly home, and went back to bed for a couple of hours.

I feel a bit better now, after some water and sleep and then orange juice (Mmm. potassium), but still rather low on energy. Hopefully I'll be up to eating later.


So, I think a quiet evening in, and maybe Compline at Peterhouse.