Think I've poisoned Mrs Growler.

We had some left over pineapple chunks for tea that I slopped out of a tin that I opened 3 days ago.
Me and Mrs Growler had them, and they did taste decidedly bitter and 'orrid.
She's just thrown up violently

and I'm in the dog house from all 3 Growlers now.
My guts are currently 'murmmering' in anticipation of a visitation to the great white telephone, in the small hours no doubt.
Just when I thought this bastard year couldn't get any worse.
