It was very very painful...

S took us for a meal this evening. Very kind of her.

2 hours before she picked us up, a terrible stomach pain started. I have no idea why such a thing happened to me. First, I thought that left-overs I had eaten for lunch might have caused it. But my wee one, who ate the same things from the same bowls were perfectly fine. And I didn't have any nausea and any abnormal bowel movement, either. So, it shouldn't have been food poisoning. Finding out that we might have to cancel the dinner, my wee one went in hysteric. So, I took 2 paracetamol tablets, hoping I would be able to go. Luckily the tablets worked and we went out as planned.

It was a lovely change, eating out. But a bit annoyed with my naughty girls over-excited at the table and their ignorance of the occasion. Of course it was nice to see them having a great time. But it was my birthday dinner, you know. Any way, I liked S's company as usual and I enjoyed a lamb dish which I have no chance of eating at home. So, everything was OK in general. The staff was quite down-to-earth and they were very affectionate towards my girls for a posh hotel. Well, you won't survive in this town without friendliness, any way. Nice touch, actually.

Back home, after sending my girls to bed, I'm still wondering what the stomach pain was caused by. Mysterious, indeed. The painkiller should be still at work, so I don't know if there is any trouble in my body still. If it was any sort of food poisoning, I wouldn't have been able to enjoy and eat all the food this evening. I was looking forward to the dinner. So, it was not like a child having stomachache in the morning because she didn't want to go to school. The pain started while baking berry muffins (strawberry ones and blueberry ones) to give to my neighbours and friends as "thank you". I was enjoying baking, you know. The stress I had been having over the weekend?? I must confess that I have often felt very alone (not lonely) for these few days, coming up to my birthday. Of course my girls are with me, but you know what I mean, don't you? And I just couldn't bare to see my girls getting excited with my birthday. Probably I need somebody who tells me "Shut up and stop moaning, stupid cow!" with a pat on the shoulder. (Well, who would do such a thing to me? Knowing myself, I would just swear at the person if I was in a very bad mood.)

By the way, "thank you very much" to everybody who wished me well for my birthday. I do appreciate the kindness of every single one of you! Pity I can't send the muffins by post...