Motion without poetry

Wake at 2:30 am with stomach cramps and an urgent need to visit the toilet, then at 3:00 am and 3:30. Fortunately I remember that I have some Imodium and find two tablets left from a previous attack, take one and sleep for an hour and then after another trip to the toilet take the second. Then manage to sleep until 8:30am and another visit to the loo. After some toast and coffee drive to the supermarket and buy more Imodium and take two tablets whilst queuing at the checkout. This seems to calm things down, and I manage to take the dogs out, but only round the village on the lead. It's a cold cloudy day and it could just as easily be March as May, the wind has been coming from the north since Tuesday. The village is really pretty this time of year, all the cherry trees are in full blossom, and we visit the pond to see the ducklings, that always lifts my spirits. We get back without me getting taken short and I'm hoping that I have just got a stomach chill, my daughter Sarah had norovirus last week, and it's doing the rounds in Beverley at the moment. On my way home I call at Morrisons to stock up on German rye bread and whilst I'm there, decide to do my weekly shop, as tomorrow will be really busy for the Bank Holiday weekend. The Imodium seems to be holding and I return home without incident. After unpacking my shopping, I knock up some comfort food for tomorrow, mince and potatoes, and put this in the slow cooker. Then risk a French stick and some Camembert for lunch, before lying down to catch up on my interrupted sleep. I wake at 5pm feeling better, but still somewhat queasy, and spend the next couple of hours doing household chores. I resist the idea of going for a late swim and spend the evening reading AS Byatt's "Biographer's Tale".
As Winnie the Pooh would say, I still have rumblies in my tumblies! But tomorrow is another day.