Mirror, mirror....

These are the shattered remains of my favourite compact....and we all know a broken mirror means seven years of bad luck....

So, are you surprised to learn that on Saturday night, we were narrowly beaten in the quiz....I fell and tore the ligament in my left elbow.... and a bloke I rather liked, found someone else.

All because of the mirror you think?

Well no actually - when I fell, I landed on my bag, and completely bleutered the compact. The other bad things had happened before Mirrorgate - and life has been rather pleasant since!

And that bloody mirror accentuated the wrinkles anyway.....