Oowwwww.....forget the toes, my back is out. And I wasn't going to tell you about it but it hurts too much
I hope I'm better tomorrow. My limit is 3 days, then I call the doctor. I bet, by the time I get an appointment here on the NHS, I'll be all better.
It was the heavy bags of groceries yesterday :(
I'm so used to bending and stretching and skipping and turning, that this incapacity is making me angry and I've been creeping around all day.
In fact, I crept to Boots to buy some liniment - I smell really good right now.
Then I realised I had forgotten the handwritten job app I was talking about, so I crept home and put it in a big envelope and crept off to the post box.
Passing the Library I thought, better rent a DVD to cheer myself up. Got Phantom of the Opera and Big Fish.
Phantom is great! Better than the stage show, but can I claim that it's better than Michael Crawford and Sarah Brightman in the London premiere? I shouldn't. The cinematography, costume, sets - the whole visual feast was sumptuous.
I was telling Steliano yesterday that I like music in the minor key, and I have just realised that this is why the songs in Phantom have haunted me for so long.
Gerard Butler, a dashing Scotsman, plays the Phantom and does his own singing - he cuts a very striking figure. Why do we girls have to get a crush on him just for strutting around with that cape, or at the masquerade in that fetching red uniform with the sword? He's the bad guy!
As soon as the credits rolled on Phantom, I realised with a shock that I'd forgotten to attach the blasted photo to my CV...
I haven't seen Big Fish yet. I need to go down to make dinner...or at least, creep down.
Wish me well...