Oranges are not the only fruit.

Last weekend I enjoyed a restful weekend staying with my grandmother. Mostly I ate, slept and read magazines for the older woman. I am not ashamed to say that I enjoy such magazines. There are few things that thrill me more than the prospect of reading an article about the health benefits of tea. Really. Following my weekend with Good Housekeeping, Prima, Easy Living etc., I confess that I am now obsessed with the concept of ‘wellbeing’. I am aware that superfoods are just all the foods that aren’t chips and chocolate but they excite me none the less. My new holy grail is energy at 3pm. I’m probably going to start doing more Pilates.

It happened that I returned home on Sunday evening to a house infected with swine flu. My poor boyfriend has been suffering terribly and has been hibernating in bed for the past few days, looking like a sick-yet-lovely anthropomorphic woodland creature from  Narnia or suchlike. As of yet, I have escaped The Ill.

I have been medicating him with vegetarian sushi, miso soup with spinach and infusions of hot water with lemon and ginger. I too have been ingesting these concoctions; preventatively, you understand. If I manage to escape the flu completely, I will of course believe resolutely that it was the superfoods wot did it. I will have faith.

Hilariously, my Wordpress spellchecker was really not happy with the words ‘Pilates’, ’superfoods’ and ‘miso’.