My Life on a Plate

Metamorphosis

Do you ever wonder where all the missing persons go? It may be they really are abducted by aliens or sucked into black holes but I'm starting to think maybe they just turn into other creatures.

Today I believe I'm changing into a slug. A slug on tranquilisers at that. I didn't drink any more than usual last night or go to bed any later than usual, but this morning when I woke up I discovered my get up and go had got up and gone.

Unfortunate when I was meeting my sister in Nottingham. I dawdled to the train, snoozed on the journey, drank a strong coffee but alas the caffeine didn't work. Managed to drag myself to the pub with sis for lunch but even a trip to the loo was an effort and despite pleading, sis refused to take my bladder when she visited.

I even ordered a dessert to see if a sugar boost might help, but no, the slug feeling just wouldn't go away. When I arrived home around four this afternoon it was all I could do to just fall into bed. Had a good nap but now I don't know whether it's Thursday or Friday, morning or evening and I'm still shattered.

Sis will be staying here tomorrow so I hope I can perk up a bit. Maybe I need to chew through a cabbage or two. Anyway, if there's nothing but a slimy trail in here tomorrow, you'll know I have officially turned into a slug and can inform the missing person's register as to my whereabouts.

So next time you're out in the garden please go steady with the slug repellants. You never know who it might be and you wouldn't want to kill off a WDC friend in disguise would you? Better slither off back to bed - excuse my sluggishness.