Serina was woken by a loud long fart from the dressing room. She mumbled something about ‘fart woke me ’ and turned over and went back to sleep. When she woke up again at ten ‘o clock the source of the fart had gone off to work, and she was alone in their large Yeoville flat. She felt terrible. Still feeling terrible she wrapped herself in her fluffy bathrobe and padded blindly to the kitchen. On the way she tripped over a box of literacy comics that Someone had left in the middle of the passage.
Dam him” she cursed, pushing the box violently aside.
Normally Serina began the day with coffee - strong, hot, lots of milk and two sweeteners - but since this had happened she couldn’t stand the things she normally ate and drank. Instead she made herself some orange squash, and headed back to bed, where she lay shivering and moaning. After a while she felt warm enough to sit up and swallow her anti-nausea pill, along with the squash.Then she dialled Bea, a friend who was on holiday and had given her a lot of support. Last night they had gone to the symphony together and Serina had vomited all over a fellow patron’s lap. The woman had been wonderful, not giving a reproachful glance or word to the mortified Serina.