Poor Fiona! Surely a sign that we’re both getting older but Fi somehow managed to put her neck out in the car this morning after dropping me off at work. All she did was reach over to get her sunnies from the glove box! She’s not able to move her neck and things have only worsened over the course of the day. Trouble is, she’s stuck up in Gloucester and I’m in Bristol. I’m in a taxi on my way to catch a train up there to bring her (and her car) home. Poor little thing!