LOW point of the w-end: crying like a mad person in fetal position on the floor below the toilet seat (worried sick about Bebbelina) after having puked my guts out... for the first time of many, many that night and morning...
HIGH point of the w-end: being able to eat a cheese toast at 4pm Sunday afternoon. And keep it.
Thanks to Pour Bon, Korsgatan in Gothenburg for serving us vinterkräksjuka with our buffet lunch on Thursday.
We promise not to come back.