Rain as a distant memory..

Last week, after all the storms up in UK and France, the weather forecast was looking ominous here too as the weather men had covered the Valencian coast in little lightning bolts, dark clouds and high winds. It began to grow dark on Monday morning for an hour or two but the rain never came and now we are back to blue skies and 38 degrees. Typical. Can't they ever get it right? Reading Gemmas romanticised blog about being caught in the rain was almost enough to make me wish the rain had come...but then I think of Dad's al fresco meals in Kent and I am happy we at least can do this every day. The evening temperatures are perfect at the minute though a fan is needed if you want a good night's sleep.

I was going to do some moving yesterday but I was sick as a dog and couldn't work out why. Gippy tummy, slight fever like malaria, lethargy you just couldn't get over (I crashed out most of the afternoon) and I felt dreadful. I had a slight snag in my throat, like I may have scratched it swallowing a fish bone, so I took a look in the mirror and - shock, horror - there was this ugly white patch in the back of my throat like a fungus gone wild. Bacterial lessions, fungi, or perhaps a bit of old food? I tried a gargle and tried poking it with a stick (which made me gag quite a bit) and eventually trotted off to the clinic and the nice nursey removed a two day old rolled oat (from my meusli) with a lolly stick. Seems I had been being poisoned by this for over twenty four hours. I feel pretty good now, although a few toxins are still in the system...but I would never have believed it. Funny old world. Apparently I have a very convoluted set of folds in the back of my throat. Watch this one folks - maybe it runs in the family (no pun intended). Tell you what, I've gone off health food. It's back to the old coco pops this morning! Ta ta for now. Pete