DISC

Day started well until I bent over slightly to zip up the V.I.P.'s jacket up on his way to nursery and my silly old disc popped out. Poor V.I.P., he thought at first he was responsible for his silly old granny lying on the floor screaming. Fortunately, I know the first aid treatment for this, and after a tiny bit of gentle yoga and a shovelful of chemicals, I was on the move again and (chauffered by the Prof) was able to make lunch with my lovely niece H.