After too many months of not so much as a cold, I seem to have fallen from my usual state of wonderful health. The dreaded winter flu bug has struck me down.
Since the Man is off at some footballish event, I have made myself a bowl of healing soup. Pre-made broth, enriched with a couple of chopped-up garlic cloves. Transformed into a meal by the addition of wontons and a floret of baby bok choy. After picking at food for the rest of the day -- pots of tea, a tin of sardines and too many tiny oranges to track -- this looks like a feast.
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