Good Cod

I got up and worked on the horror short story I had started a while ago. Can't shake off this chesty exhaustion at the moment.

So Lorraine and Beth went to Seaford to do some shopping.  Some time later they returned giggling. Beth carrying an entire cod in a black bin bag. Lorraine spent a good deal of the afternoon packing up the giant fish and cutting it into steaks. She also wanted to use the giant head about as big as the Labradors head as the foundation of the fish stock. There was the idea of cutting out its gills and delving into the head I saw the girls were still there. I started to cut at them for her with a sharp global knife but the whole business made me feel so disgusted I felt like retching. Lorraine however is made of stronger stuff than me and completed the job with scissors. 

In the afternoon I was overcome by feeling of nausea. After a sleep however, this seemed to wear off.  I was suddenly worried I would get the vomiting bug now too, but I managed to get to the end of the day without spewing, which was nice.

Below pink apple blossom in our garden, and Lorraine delving into the underside of a cod's head.