Age is catching up with me. Not only am I about to turn 24, but I've done my back in by not sleeping on a proper mattress.
This isn't the first time it has happened, but it was by far the funniest. Charlotte had come down for the weekend to take me out for my birthday - she had bought tickets to the matinee Book of Mormon showing, which was a nice surprise - and so I woke up on Saturday feeling pretty good, had a shower, lay down on the bed, and realized that was the limit of my body's movement for the morning. I was actually stuck on the bed. I had to text Charlotte (reclining in the living room at this point) to ask her to come and help me. She thought I was joking.
The rest of the day was an even mix of severe pain and raucous laughter, and in many cases the latter caused the former. Book of Mormon was absolutely excellent, surpassing all expectations I had from listening religiously (pun intended) to the soundtrack for the last few years. I was crying with laughter. Or rather, I was crying because of the excruciating pain my laughter was causing, and also because no matter how painful it was I just could not stop.
We stayed at Charlotte's parents that evening before a family wedding the following day, during which some strong painkillers, a few glasses of Pimms, and a bottle of wine significantly reduced my back pain. I took the opportunity to bring real meaning to the phrase 'throw some shapes' on the dance floor. As soon as I sat down in the car for the drive home, my various sedatives began to wear off and I regretted my rather enthusiastic dance skills.
