Sorry for the very cryptic post - it may have a little to do with the unfortunate encounter I had earlier this week which involved a folding chair and me flying into the air and landing flat on my back on said folded chair - Ouch! Hence the reason I've been a bit quiet the last few days, nursing my wounded pride and a few bumps and brusies in places I can't really mention politely! The moral of the story is never to stand on a wobbly folding chair wearing your wedge-heels, while trying to touch the ceiling - but then you knew that, didn't you??!
More creative (and perhaps a little more sensible!!) peeps here.
Cheerio an Drasda :)