Mr. Indi and I don't usually sleep together - sad, I know. But - it's for good reason. His snoring is beyond chronic and I'm an old lady who needs her beauty rest. So, by mutual agreement, we have separate bedrooms except for when we go away for the weekend and then we get up close and personal!
During our recent foray into the local wine country, we shared a delightful but small room, with a view of the nearby mountains. Very pleasant - until we had to go to bed. Mr. Indi had been suffering from a bad bout of very loud and obnoxious flatulence for nearly two weeks prior to our trip. In fact, he diagnosed the problem as being associated with his last chemo treatment. But I believe that the problem could be traced back to several sources including but not limited to: Eating too much rare beef - Drinking too much local micro brew - Late night snacking on a disgusting hunk of rotten Stilton cheese that he had hidden in the bottom of our ice chest.
However, I'm not going to argue the toss over the cause of the problem. I write this blog entry merely as a warning to others. If you have a spouse, lover or significant other who is on chemo and eats smelly cheese, DON'T put your head under the covers! You may not make it out alive!
The picture is of Mr. Indi hiding in the weeds behind the bus depot in Temecula. The air quality of the city was badly compromised.
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