Last Sunday when leaving my lovely tea dance I tripped in a cinder car park belonging to the public house where the hall key holders live. I hastily add that I had only returned the keys and did not stop for a drink! The car park was dark and had some potholes (well that’s my excuse) and I sprawled headlong, grazing my face and badly spraining my wrist. That was my tale of woe at my class on Monday night when everyone asked me what happened. I tried to say you should have see