Apologies to anyone who was supposed to see me this weekend, most notably the launch bash for The Bideford Post (a new monthly newspaper for which Corinna and I are writing a column) but not only have we been overtaken by events, and I really don't feel like going out in public, but I have managed to hurt myself again.
I really am the most accident-prone klutz in the history of cryptozoology, but early yesterday morning I was answering a call of nature when I trod (all 23 stone of me) on the plug of the vacuum cleaner, which had become detached from its customary place.
I was barefoot.
I am now hobbling around the place like a character from some dreadful pre-war horror movie, and everyone is being very nice to me, and (though I deserve it) no-one has told me that I really should look where I am going. But bloody hell, it hurts whenever I walk....