I was lying in my bed feeling really sick, wakening up on a Saturday feeling really crap, was not how I wanted to start my weekend. I rushed to the bathroom, nearly falling over my own feet. I’m a little clumsy first thing in the morning. Leaning over the toilet bowl, when Aunt Caroline comes in after she heard me vomiting. She holds my hair back and rubs my back.
“Have you eaten something that’s upset your stomach?” she asks as she hands me a bottle of water. I shake my head as I sip it.
“Maybe a stomach bug” she says. I shrug my shoulders not really thinking about it.
I head downstairs to get some breakfast but the smell of fried bacon and eggs, makes my stomach gurn. I decide to have some yoghurt and fruit, the thought of eating anything greasy just makes my tummy more unsettled.
