I've just had lunch. I had a leftover roast chicken, just one side of
the breast left. I'm not all that fond of breast meat, and this one
was rather dry, so I had the bright idea of cutting it into slices
across the grain, and battering and frying it. I did so and ate it
with a rather good Greek salad.

Half-way through the meat, I just couldn't swallow any more, and now I
am beginning to feel distinctly ill on top of what my chemotherapy
makes me feel anyway. Just the though of eating anything fried is
too, too much.

Oh, got to go. . . .

LW