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I woke up feeling like shit today. Yesterday, I had the croaky beginnings of a sore throat but I figured it would just vanish, as inexplicitly as it arrived. I thought wrong because today, not only was my throat croaky but my nose was a bit blocked and my limbs had started to ache. But I had to go into Stockholm to buy a few essentials for my French dinner party tomorrow night.
And, to be fair, the trip in and around the city was fine. The sunshine helped and the fact that I spent a lot of time sitting on public transport should be included. I totally dozed off on the train. Both ways.
I was, initially headed for a kitchen supply shop I’d found online. They had what I needed and it was easy to get to. And what a find it was. I could have spent a lot more time and money than I did. The wall of knives was truly something to behold.
I had a delightful chat with the fellow at the counter. He asked me what I was preparing for dinner and we discussed my menu. He told me of the wonderful time he’d spent in Aix-en-Provence – he saw the bull fights which we both agreed were excellent bovine revenge – and his three months living in Paris. (Lucky bastard!)
When I mentioned that I was using confit de canard he laughed and said he’d lived on it while in Aix. When I told him about Toulouse he said he might have to head off again.
Still, as much as I was enjoying myself, I had to head back into central Stockholm in order to get some things (quail eggs especially) at the Hötorgshallen. I may also have had a sneaky ice cream given the day was hot and my throat needed it.
I then headed back home, collapsing once reaching the house. Now I REALLY felt like shit. Mirinda said I should cancel the dinner party but I suggested I wait till the morning given I’d have to go shopping for ingredients and if I didn’t feel up to that then I would cancel.
Bed was very nice, and I dozed for the rest of the day.
I hate being sick.
