Don't worry kids!
I made up for it by eating half a loaf of bread when Will went to the doctor's. And then we got pizza and I ate the most pizza ever.
Unfortunately I have now caught his male death flu and I feel like utter shit. Although I'm pretending I'm fine so eventually I can make him feel bad for laying around like a big rubbisher when he was sick. Although a little bit of me wants to let him look after me. The good thing about being sick is I'm not hungry. Not even a little bit.
Making our way slowly down to London via Wyton and Egham, then to Richmond and Kew Gardens and maybe a slingshot round the M25 to Essex via Reigate. Who knows, it's like a crazy mystery wheel of wonder. And that's alliteration so it must be true.
I'm off to vomit. Laters.