So, after almost two weeks of peace the digestion problems are back, but this time it's my fault... at least partially. Having eaten some of the leftover waffles yesterday - even though they had an unusually strong yeast smell - perhaps wasn't the best idea. Let's just say that I spent the better part of the night on the loo and didn't get to sleep any longer than three hours in one go and leave it by that.
Consequently I felt like death warmed over all day, and being back on apple kompott and toast diet didn't help. Ah, well, I'll know better next time, right? It's just annoying that I have to postpone the cooking plan for the rest of the week and freeze the ingredients until I can actually eat what I cooked. Mary Berry's Panang Chicken Fry was on the menu, with rice, but there will be boiled potatoes instead. *sigh*
On a more positive note, I've sent the cat pillow picture to the future recipients, and the reaction was very positive. Now to see how to get the kitties to them, despite Omicron tearing through the country. *double sigh*