Squeak.

Here's the irony.

I have spent the past two days at home because I put my back out on Sunday and have been barely mobile since. I wouldn't mind so much if I'd been doing anything strenuous, but I simply leant forward to clip the loose hatch on our gas meter back in place and *spang* something went in my lower back.

It's getting better, but I think I might have set it back this afternoon in a misguided effort to make it better. I lay on the bed with a hard cushion (actually a stuffed toy) in the small of my back to try and make sure that my spine didn't settle in the wrong position in relation to my pelvis. Then I dozed for an hour or so listening to the radio. Anyway, when I woke up and decided that visit to the smallest room was in order, it hurt like all hell when I put any weight on my left leg and I had to hobble slowly to the loo. Ah well. I was hoping, would you believe it, to go to work tomorrow. Maybe I shall be able to, I don't know.

The irony of course, is that for the past couple of days I've had plenty of time for updates on here unlike recently and nothing has happened to stir my writing buds.