A curate is pretty much a junior priest in the Anglican church. As such they are notoriously badly paid so couldn’t be too choosy where they stayed while on ‘rotation’ through a diocese. The title comes from an old ‘joke’ in which a curate was given a dodgy boiled egg for his breakfast. When the landlady asked how is egg was, he relied it was good… in parts. And so were my days yesterday and today.
Pretty much I ate too much, ate too little, didn’t rink enough and drank too little. It was a real up and down sort of day which say my posted weight both rise and fall by a kilo. I honestly have no idea where my weight is currently but I’ll weigh tomorrow morning and write it up then. I hope it’s gone down, but who knows.
Doesn’t help that I’ve felt really rough for days. I slept more than I have in weeks but I also had the headache, cough, runny nose etc usually associated with a cold. I have no idea what virus it was but I didn’t like it. Luckily, today my daughter organised meals for me today which meant I could rest properly and I honestly feel better for it. On with the motley.
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