I'm less than 100% happy. My back went out on Friday night; spasming, muscle by muscle, until it locked me forwards like a snail. Luckily Keith was home to painkiller and pat and help me off the floor. I'm on the osteo's cancellation list and I'm much recovered, but feeling a bit fragile. Random body-breakages make me very nervous.
Must start looking after body better. Back to bed now, but first, a much-needed happiness injection:
Now, Keith is soaking in a bicarb bath - he's infested with grass ticks and covered in welts. It's what you get for rolling down hills with preschoolers. All we need now is an ear infection... and a tiny violin, covered with calamine lotion and infused with paracetemol.
Woe is Mogantosh.