I must have missed that particular moment. It probably happened whilest I was in intensive care recovering from a previous meeting with Pauline. Still on the bright side I have got my name over the bed now and I'm getting used to hospital food through a straw. Hope to be able to walk again within the next 6 months, not much hope for the fingers though.
Chrispy, you bastard, stop telling fibbers. You know I'm a sweet, innocent, homely girlie type who likes nothing better than playing with kittens and making my husband happy
For playing with kittens read 13 rounds with a sabre tooth'd tiger. (tiger has yet to make it past 3rd round) and for keeping husband happy. He's extatic if he can make lunchtime without multiple abrasions or bridge work.