At some point yesterday I did something utterly ghastly to my right knee, and I have no memory of doing it. I was fine driving to Reading, fine at the wedding, fine eating pizza after we saw James and Emily safely married, and fine driving home again. I think (but can't quite remember) that I was fine playing board games at the Gallery after that. But I know that by the time I was in the Old Spring trying to pick my jaw up off the floor on finding that nassus was ten feet away from me and not in Australia as I'd previously thought, I was already in a state where it hurt to kneel down on the floor (shortage of chairs). I don't recall doing anything that caused the pain; my best guess is faffing with an accelerator pedal for four hours earlier in the day, although I've done that before without this kind of ill effects.

I thought it had got better after a good night's sleep, but it's got worse and worse today until it hurts just to bend my knee. How I'm going to get my trousers off I have no idea. I may well attempt to take my knee to a doctor tomorrow. :-(