The chicken soup was *so* good. Chickeny, with lumps of chicken swimming in it, and with plenty of vermicelli, although I'm not a pasta identification expert. I had two bowls, and expcet to make a miraculous recovery real soon now.
And she said she'll do more on Friday! My bowl runneth over.
The Dreaded Lurgi is still here. And it's found a new way to torture me - cramp in the right calf. I woke last night for one of many toilet runs (my bladder isn't adapted for the amount of liquid I'm swallowing) and as I swung out of bed, it got me.
The cure for cramp is to stand still on that leg, which is all very well, except that I'd woken up for a specific and urgent reason.
I got there just in time.