I have just arrived home – 9.30 Friday morning. First of all I managed to get on the wrong train and found myself heading non-stop to Berwick. The nice ticket collector was very sympathetic and issued me with ticket for the next train that I would be able to catch back to Darlington free of charge. However, by the time we arrived in Berwick I was doubled up with agonising stomach cramps. There was absolutely no possibility of travelling for another hour and half on a train so I asked a taxi driver to take me to a hotel and he deposited me at a Travelodge where I spent a very disturbed and uncomfortable night. Thank goodness for ensuite bathrooms. At one point I felt so awful that I contemplated crawling down the stairs to ask the night receptionist to call an ambulance but I was in too much pain. Unfortunately, there was no telephone in the room or in reception and I don't have a mobile so I couldn't let Mr absent know what had happened. Apparently he waited up until one o'clock in the morning and then didn't sleep much either. By the time I got home he was thinking about ringing the police. Without going into unwholesome details of the evidence, the only explanation I can find is that there must have been a dodgy fungus in my pasta with locally sourced wild mushrooms. I think Janeainsworth had wild mushroom risotto so I do hope she wasn't taken the same way. I am feeling quite a lot better now but not 100%.
Otherwise, the day was lovely.
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