For once I wasn't on my broomstick, or at the Jug! I was visiting Magician and Gillie in Guisborough and on my way back from the Three Fiddles (highly recommended!). My ankle hasn't been brilliant for the last 20 years since I turned it dancing in clogs so I assumed I'd just twisted it again. However when Magician came to stay he decided it was cracked - and you know the rest.

Yes, there WERE red and green to choose from but they didn't look all that nice -too bright.

I'm going to the Jug tomorrow to try the other sort of getting plastered - JeZ says she'll drive.