I fainted yesterday.

Haven't done it in years. But I got out of bed, turned round, had a chat with nibs, turned back... and 'wallop'. Head bounces of the edge of the door as I go down, hand gets cut somehow and my knee manages to get in on the act.

By the time I'd found the ability to speak and the shaking had stopped I realised my forehead hurt like hell. Not surprising, it had collided with the edge of the door so I now have a whacking great bruise and look like someone's smacked me with a half brick.

I went all clammy, poured with sweat and spent another hour lying in bed with a cold flannel on my bump before I felt able to stand up.

Stupidly I went into work, coming back three hours later when I realised I really couldn't function.

I spent a very plesant afternoon watching ITV4 which has reruns of The Professionals, UFO and Space 1999 before falling asleep curled up in a ball. When I woke up I felt loads better and aside from a headache I'm fine today.

I've got low blood pressure so I'm no stranger to dizzy spells and I have fainted about half a dozen times. And almost every time I manage to smack my head, it's a wonder it's not covered in dents.

I've had a bit of a cold this week, but nothing to speak of other than sneezing and snuffling and feeling very tierd.

So I'm taking it steady this week. Nice trip to Liverpool on Friday to see the Klimt exhibition, nice tea... I'm prescribing niceness for myself - and not thinking about the overdraft!!