As you've probably been struggling to forget, I've been the intermittent victim of a certain dietary disturbance for some time now.
Naturally, under the circumstances, I've been trying to get to the possible cause.
It occurred to me that it may be bad karma.
After all, there was that bit of Buddhist bother a few days ago when I inadvertently entered the monks quarters.
JB maintains that a more diligent approach to the menu would help, but he's only a scientist.
No, with the prospect of Bad Karma hanging over me, I resolved to retrace my steps up the Monk's Trail.
On arrival at the top I was greeted by the following notice:
Well blogmates, I've never been one to pay heed to Keep Out notices and so we pressed on.
The gate to the monks quarters was indeed locked. However, via a mindful combination of interpretive dance and semaphore, I conveyed my deepest apologies. (The whole performance was marred somewhat by my excessive sweating- it was 29° the humidity was 70% and I'd just schlepped uphill for a coupleof miles)
Still, I think I managed to get my message across.
Now then, who's for pork intestine with noodles?
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