Life in Dulwich

We did all fall ill for Christmas. BB was struck down during Christmas lunch and missed out on the trifle. He also managed to avoid getting drunk and sliding under the table and being quoted football statistics by his small football slipper clad nephew.

Panto tonight with Stefan Dennis as Abanazar. I have toothache and a snuffly nose.

Hurrah! I'm on holiday - at last! I SOOO need to sleep in and not have to worry about anything. I'm torn between two job offers - one which gives me bling jewellery a go go and the other might possibly make me passably wealthy in five years time. What to do? Both parties are throwing possibilities, benefits and everything I could possibly want or need at me. Aaaaugh... although... it is good to have this dilemma than no dilemma at all.

I was walking too fast today and slipped when I stepped up onto the pavement. I grabbed the pedestrian crossing post to catch myself and ended up bashing the side of my head against the post very hard. There was an almighty clang which stopped everybody in their tracks. My ear and side of my head were ringing but, being of stoic peasant stock, I just rubbed it briskly, assured everybody I was fine and walked stiffly off (taking care not to get run over on the way).

Progressively, during the day, I started feeling stranger and stranger. I don't think I have mild concussion but I possibly have slight whiplash, as my neck and shoulder on the other side feel a bit frozen. Sigh....

Nonetheless, I dragged myself to the last dance class of the year and comported myself very well methinks.