I knew it had been too long since my back popped out. Decorating is the order of the day at my gaffe (yet again!) and so furniture had to be humped around. No problem at the time. Come Sunday night as I was reaching to get a book from a table near my sofa (but not so near that I didnt have to stretch) the wrenching sound kicked in followed by the dull explosion of pain. Just my luck when I'm off on me jolly-days again on Friday. Being a bit phobic of painkillers that give a couple of hours relief only to bring pain back worse I'm sticking to vulcanlolita's Deep Heat soap (not sure what it is really called), Willem II cigars (dont kill pain but I like them) and what can only be described as a homemade truss consisting of a series of bandages wrapped round my torso. Essay demands (as well as e-bay successes) mean that I've had to limp down here humped over like a veteran uncle. What a naffing world!