Mung Bean Disease

I’m writing this post on the train on the way to work because I was too tired and grumpy and overcome by a sort of malaise this week to really put any thought into it. I don’t even have a good excuse.

Gone are the days when Tutti would send me to school with a note apologising for lateness or absence or a lack of homework, always with the simple explanation ‘Cecily is suffering from Mung Bean Disease’.

My genetic disposition to tardiness and an aversion to school sports days meant I was constantly in the throes of Mung Bean Disease and though it never failed to exasperate our stern, limping, new-hipped school librarian (to whom excuse-notes were always delivered), how can one argue against such a creative explanation? Even if it’s clearly a lie and certainly doesn’t exist?

So, I hope you will forgive me dear reader. The truth is, I am dealing with a serious case of Mung Bean Disease today. But in lieu of a well thought out post, I shall treat you to a photo of Tutti, resplendent in feathers.


Don’t say I don’t spoil you!

Have a wonderful weekend. xx