Blog 94 – Food for Thought and Three Apricots …
Miss Trial took me away to a health resort for a Mother and Daughter Bonding Weekend as a big birthday present. The resort mixed up our dates so could only offer us their suite. I have never in my life had so much joy telling hotel staff my room number. My first encounter was a Head in the Clouds treatment with a wonderful therapist. She had done a Masters in Public History and also worked as a copy editor. Our conversation is inspiring a poem. More on this another day but thank you, Lynnette.
Miss Trial and I spent the weekend in dressing gowns and sandalwood oil, finishing off with a Food Intolerance Test. Despite my tongue’s severe reaction to vinegar (it comes out in ulcers or maybe my spoken words are acidic) I came up trumps with only a slight reaction to strawberries and apricots. According to Mister Justin Case’s golfing buddy who is a retired chemist that’s down to histamine intolerance.
Well, I can live without strawberries. This is not a disaster. I can’t live without poetry, lipstick or my family. I’m a little bemused by the apricots though. I had three dried apricots at breakfast that morning. I haven’t eaten apricots in about fifteen years. Odd innit?
Last week’s blog – an unclaimed spotting of synaesthesia. ‘I saw you speaking’. It’s a mixture of the senses. That was Sight and Hearing. Try one for Taste and Smell.
• A few places left on Tuesdays – Get Inspired and Thursdays – Get that Book out of You – 10.00am until midday at the Fitzwilliams Centre, Beaconsfield, Five week courses beginning mid-September. Email me for a syllabus.