Well, ‘oo’d'a’ thought it!

Went out dancin’ last night, first time in a while I can tell you, to Bump City, where my mate Stu DJ’s, and they have a live funk band. It was a great night, I was about an hour late getting there in the end what with being (a) slack (b) diosorganised and (c) unable to do anything in a hurry with my back out of sorts. Arrived to a filling venue (only about 100 capacity in there anyway) and some good sounds from Stu. I’d walked down - walking (nearly) always does my back good, as long as I’m gentle and lie down when I’ve had enough. I kicked off the evening by spending my entire drinks budget on a double scotch, and bumped into Jim the Groover at the bar… I broke the news that I wasn’t going to be grooving too much and went down to see Kate, Alex and Kim.

Well.

Jim kicked off the dancing and I wasn’t too far behind. Kate et al joined in a couple of songs later, and I was the model of restraint, lots of gentle, civilised dancing that would make an uncle at a wedding proud. Then the band kicked in. As the floor filled up I was bumped a couple of times, which *did* upset the back, and after a while I stood out and leant on the wall to ease the tension.

Then Stu *had* to go and play James Brown didn’t he!

So I started giving it some. The earlier dancing had clearly served as a warm-up, as I found a much larger range of movement was available to me. Now the amazing part is: I walked home from there, went to bed, and this morning woke a little stiff but certainly not in pain! All day I have had the most free and relaxed back I can remember since this whole sorry affair began!

So now it’s back with the patience, patience, and trying not to overdo it!

What not to do after pouring petrol down your shirt

Well obviously it goes without saying, don’t pour petrol down your shirt, but this was unintentional and unexpected and resulted in quite a thorough dousing with flammable, possibly carcinogenic spirits. So I ran (hobbled) inside, took off the shirt and, since I was in the middle of working on the car and all my prized tools were lying around out there, bunged it straight in the washing machine, along with some bedding and a little underwear that needed a wash.

I now have underwear and bedclothes that make your eyes water and are probably a deal more flammable than they were when I bought them.

Ho hum.