It feels like I've got a stitch! I got up from my desk yesterday and it was really sore, looked a bit like quasimodo/igor as I wandered around.
Might have a cheeky glass of fizz with lunch today...will be going out with my mum and godmother and breaking the news. Seems reasonable, no? I've been so well behaved and teetotal otherwise. Just don't tell DH...he is the food & drink police at the moment!