Last night I dreamed of drums and of storms. I was loafing on a grassy hillside and it was a calm, balmy day, and clouds would roll up menacingly, the wind would build to a ridiculous pitch, the bus shelter (it’s a dream, it doesn’t need continuity) blew almost to the ground then the clouds dispersed, sometimes depositing huge amounts of grass cuttings as they did so.

And/or (it was a dream, you don’t have to be in only one place), I was in some sort of hotel watching a band with some of my friends in and suddenly they asked me to drum cos their drummer had not showed. I was trying to switch the drumkit around left handed but it seemed to have extra cymbals in funny places and I couldn’t work out how to do it. My brain was too lazy to actually keep the drumkit the same throughout so imagine how difficult it was to arrange.

I put it down to the stomach upsets. This morning I felt pretty nauseous.

Maybe I poisoned myself last night. I did veggie bangers and mash with onion & mushroom gravy for Kate, Steve and myself. We drank with it the champagne we got from our final Friday class in Riccall while watching a video of Bruce Goes Dancing, all about salsa, mambo and jazz dancing. I didn’t know you could get poisoned by veggie sausages, but Kate puked that night and I feel squiffy this morning.

Then suddenly I thought: we ate Interesting Mushrooms from the wild on Saturday night. Maybe it’s a reaction to that! Some mushrooms’ symptoms can take days to kill you. But then I hear that one colleague is feeling sick and another has just got back to work after a week of gastric flu.

I think I’d rather have mild food poisoning than gastric flu, but if it’s a week’s puking ahead of me, I’d rather that than some of the things that can happen from eating the Wrong Mushrooms…