Perils of Pink Drink, #327 in a series

Some pink!drink goes straight to the head, and in fact I think the three raspberry Bellinis I had at the Lab last night may have wiped out a few brain cells* on their way: am out of practice. But their main target?

The knees.

Woken at 5am by knees complaining of abuse. So badly in fact that was almost unable to make it as far as the painkillers. Have had hot bath, and spent the day lounging slothfully with Post Captain. (O'Brian's sentences calm abused knees, nerves and no doubt domestic animals too). But my knees still insist that I spent yesterday being uncharacteristically servile.

*hobbles off to watch Pirates DVD. In Tonbridge.

*sorry, ladymoonray.