It started with a dinner at Commonwealth. A crowded, badly ventilated “restaurant” supposedly organised by my in-laws to celebrate Mother’ Day. Seating were very tight. Food wasn’t as fantastic. Best of all….our diner were accompanied by puke my niece was struggling to not erupt but eventually filled up 2 bowls.
My body was sticky. It was hot and humid.
My head is going to spin soon. I lost all appetite.
Home. Showered. TV. Sofa. Ice cream.
”Say something!”
