Bathroom Sprinting
It is the early hours of the morning and you wake up in a cold sweat. What has caused you to wake up. Was it a bad dream? Was it the coffee you had at midnight? or maybe you remembered that you had forgotten to return your Justin Bieber biography (very small book) to the library. In fact, the truth is none of these. The giveaway is the severe stomach cramps. Immediately you know that you are in for a roller coaster ride over the next few hours. I recently experienced the above, except the Justin Bieber book, and as you can imagine it was a pretty painful experience! (as reading the Bieber book would have been). I knew straightaway, whilst sprinting quicker than Asafa Powell to the bathroom, that it was food poisoning. As I was enjoying a newly found love affair with the toilet I put on my Sherlock Holmes hat to work out what had caused me to have been inflicted so badly. Was it: The barbecue of the previous night. I had eaten lamb and chicken, with coleslaw and a potato sal