I've fallen and I can't get up...

Here is my view from reclining position as I lie on my microwave heating thingy (thank you, Mama, for being the Brave and Bold Leo you are and helping me Smuggle it into my bag after they weighed it at DFW! hee hee.) trying to soothe my severely knotted back.

Since tonight is formal-dress International Night sponsored by Llandaff Rotary Club (my club), it would be nice not to glide in with the grace of an 104-year old. Not that my normal Grace is much better, but this is not the place to discuss that. However, this is an Excellent Excuse not to be dragged onto the dance floor! Ah-ha! My dress is hanging waiting to venture forth into the chilly evening. Toe-ring has resurfaced (and there was much rejoicing). Difficult to wear with boots, you know. Really need to take dancing lessons (after back is better). Okay, free association has begun....

As scintillating an activity as this may appear to be, it really isn't so much. Despite the fact that 4 Advils are now theoretically relaxing my muscles in my lower back. Would tea be working against this relaxing property since it is a stimulant? Hmm.

My room is number 3.

Evidence of Anglophilia & my slight obsession with maps is present as well if one is searching for forensic evidence.

Item of interest: The only Rotary Scholar in Cardiff this year who has not bungee-jumped would be........


......ME! (with Irritable Back Syndrome, status probably won't change in, oh, the next 80 years.)