of leeks and men

It's the time of year again. Wild leek season. Well it's close enough anyways.

Ever since I was 10ish my family has gone out and picked leeks when they first start popping out of the ground.

I didn't like to eat them but I always liked walking around outside in the bush and doing things. Usually it would be me and my dad and one or two other siblings.

I still don't like them that much, except in soup, but I still go out and pick them. It brings back memories and momentarily distracts me from the multitude of thoughts flying through my head.

This stomach virus thing is brutal. No wonder the kids were in such bad moods. It's like there's a party in my intestines and the police got called to break it up and a gun fight broke out. Now there's a hostage situation and it is not going to end well.

I made it through the morning okay. Finished the first job I went to and then it hit me like a tonne of bricks.

Ah well, if I'm lucky it should be over sometime tomorrow.... if only I were lucky.