I haven't 'socialised' of an evening for as long as I can remember, and never since moving back home. My dear friend persuaded me to join her last night, but I really didn't want to go, and only the thought of letting her down had me applying makeup for the first time in a very long time.
The event itself was dire, reminiscent of Phoenix Nights without the humour. The Robbie Williams tribute act was tone deaf, and even my pup Sprocket would have thought twice about eating the hotpot. I was so glad when it was home time, but as we walked across the car park to the car, my stupid knee gave way, and I hit the ground hard, breaking the fall with my cheekbone and shoulder.
Bearing in mind how much pain I was in yesterday already, I now have battered and bruised injuries to add to the mix. I wish I'd have stayed in with a mug of hot chocolate and watched the goggle box instead. Next time, I'm saying NO!