This Smurf(ette) or Strumph if you're French is having a laugh at me I think, because it knew that a few minutes later I would be bedridden for the rest of Christmas.

It had been coming on for a few days I suppose - my back had been getting stiffer. I ran up the stairs to our top floor and then my back snapped. I had to slide back down that flight and call for my eldest boys to more or less carry me to bed. That is where I stayed, not moving more than 4 inches the whole day. Altogethr the most frustrating time I have ever had in my life!

Thankfully, L and the children managed quite well without me (!?!) and produced the festive dinner and everyone came up to me to pull their crackers.