Hm, so Toscar noticed something strange tonight. I have a marble bust of Hygieia (Roman Goddess of Health) on a shelf above my bed. Ages ago a friend left a pink flowery halo at my flat after a night out, so I plopped it on Hygieia’s head for safe-keeping. She looked pretty good in that halo, so on her head it stayed. Now, as Toscar pointed out, the halo is missing. I don’t know how long it’s been missing, but Toscar has come up with this creepy theory that my health started going crazy when Hygieia lost her halo, as a sort of divine punishment for introducing her to a fashion accessory and then cruelly depriving her of it. It started off as a joke but now I’m kind of panicking. How many chickens will I have to kill to appease her? Or will a pair of Topshop earrings suffice?