OMB (Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Back)

OMB is mine and my brother's shorthand for whenever we have a bad back - it stands for 'Old Man's Back' or, when we want to give it a more fanciful title, 'Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Back' (any similarity to the name of an English electronic band is entirely intentional). Oddly we same to have interchangeable bad backs - it was my brother's turn last week and mine this week. Of course that means we have to mercilessly tease each other when it happens - that's what brothers are for surely!
Mine actually started a couple of day's ago when I nearly locked myself in the bathroom. I'd just got out of the bath, wrapped myself in a towel and then went to unlock the bathroom door when the lock 'disassembled' itself and the tiniest part fell off and disappeared across the floor. I had a momentary vision of having to climb out the bathroom window and down a ladder wearing only the aforementioned towel - what a treat that would have been for the neighbours! Luckily after getting on my hands and knees and scrabbling across the floor I managed to find the misplaced part and free myself from having to act out that nightmare scenario but the instant I stood up I felt an ominous tweak in my back.
It didn't feel too bad initially but as the day wore on and after being on 'taxi duty' most of the day - three round trips to two different stations, driving over to visit my mate Big H in hospital (he'd had a fall and broken his arm) and collecting my dad and taking home again after a birthday meal I'd exacerbated it and by the time I finally got out the car I looked like a constipated Quasimodo - leaning heavily to one side and grimacing with each step. Not that I was feeling sorry for myself! 
So I can only apologise for today's rubbish blip image but it was the best I could manage in my presently contorted state! :-)