Unlike me, my dad is not a fan of sandwiches.  He is a meat and veg man, which may possibly be the reason he has just had a particularly severe case of food poisoning.  On a recent trip out, my dad, my mum and I all had a meal of duck, new potatoes and salad.  None of us were impressed the taste, but as we had never tried it before, we weren’t really sure what duck should have tasted like.

Neither my mum nor I, ate our entire portion of foul, although my mum said it tasted okay covered it brown sauce.  My dad, however, persevered and ate all of his. Having lived through the war years he still has the mentality of “Waste Not, Want Not”, but I think that’s about to change.

He began to feel slightly ill the following day but after three days of sickness and diarrhoea he was admitted to an isolation ward at our local hospital.  He nearly died. (Read the rest of this post)