Not my words, and no – not referring to my state of mind either, thanks!
My physio’s assessment of Saturday night, when I twatted my gammy knee whilst moshing to Madness.
The good news is, it’s not as bad as I thought and although a set back, he reckons I can still avoid an operation.
The bad news, I’m not allowed to dance in high heels, so with a wedding party looming tommorrow night, I’m now off to scout out some suitably glam flat shoes to boogy in…