Supercharged...

... is the complete opposite of what I was today. Last night I went to a hafla - bellydance party - and although I didn't dance I did do a bit of the equivalent of foot-tapping, in the form of a spot of wiggling and boob shimmies from my chair by the music machine, having been recruited as DJ for the evening. Paid for the noise (lovely as it was), lights and a couple of glasses of wine by nursing a monster headache today, so didn't do much apart from blipping posh hubcaps, sorry, alloy wheels (not mine sadly). Struggling a bit this week but will continue to backblip gradually; sorry for absence of comments but I do look and appreciate.