Exciting adventures around the West End

We got the opportunity to go and see a private viewing of The Prestige last night at the Warner Bros offices in Holborn.

Together with my new colleague Tash, we set off, taking a "short cut" through Covent Garden. We strolled, we chatted - it was grand. Until I fell down.

I have NO idea what the bloody hell happened. I was upright one second, flat on my face the next, kissing the ground in religious fervour. More than the embarrassment I hurt. Man. Everywhere - my bag was slung cross ways over my body and I had my inhaler in my coat pocket. Bag and inhaler got itself slammed into my stomach. When I fell, I somehow managed to angle myself so that I don't fall on my left arm which has already been broken in exactly such a fall...so I landed fully on my right side.

My thumb bent itself backwards in this amazing superhuman feat and kept me upright, preventing my face from fully connecting with the ground. And my palms were scraped. A lovely young chap rushed at me, Tash was stunned as the one second I was next to her then I wasn't and she was still thinking about reacting to help me up, when this young guy was there helping me up. Being a true Londoner I surreptitiously checked my pockets to make sure my tenner I drew had not been robbed - I know, how awful!!!

In pain, and feeling hugely miserable and sorry for myself, but putting on a brave face, we walked through to Holborn.

For two hours and ten minutes I was transported to Victorian England - The Prestige is singularly one of the best movies I had ever seen. It was less about the sensationalism of the acts from back in the day, it was about the magic, the power of obsession and how far people would go for that obsession.

Are you watching closely?

Got home and the cushioning of my hand was so swollen I could hardly move my fingers and especially my thumb. Down-downed some anti-inflamatories with tea, had a hot bath, went to bed with a bandaged hand and woke up with a much improved claw.

Work was awful - I couldn't pick things up properly, my boss made fun of me cos I couldn't type properly, I couldn't undo the buttons on my trousers with my left hand fast enough to go to the loo to pee - it was hilarious and awful at the same time. I got loads of sympathy from everyone and had my food opened for me, my lucozade cap twisted open, my yogurt lid peeled back for me - it was fab...

Much better tonight tho. Here's hoping Lizzy the Claw will be fully functioning to fulful her NanowriMo duties this weekend!