I’ve been in a pickle since about 2.30am on Saturday night, a fair dose of food poisoning I’m guessing.

Still pretty crook, but sitting up and almost ok to construct a sentence.

Bit of a shame being a long weekend and all, and it’s not like me to sleep through the second half of a grand final, but I’m feeling lucky that I can appreciate feeling healthy again.

Egg on It’s not often I say it but today I don’t love food.