Yesterday I briefly mentioned my dodgy knee. Well, it seems it’s a little more serious than first thought.

It made a little cracking sound when I knelt down doing some housework on Monday. Although it didn’t feel too bad then I must admit it’s felt worse since yesterday. I’ve noticed a slight swelling on the knee compared to my right one, so something is definitely amiss. SJ reckons it’s all the various sexual positions I was in on Friday at our private party,lol. I keep forgetting I’m nearly 40 and not the spring cornish hen I used to be.

I’m hoping for a doctor’s appointment this morning, or at least tomorrow. Fortunately I emailed and let today’s appointment know last night instead of waiting until he called to confirm at 10am. He’s a very understanding soul and is happy enough to reschedule for next Monday at the same time. Apparently I’ve seen this gent once before when I used to work in Caterham in Surrey as “Brandy”. In his initial contact he said that my *ahem* fellatial skills blew him away (yes, that pun was intended). He still remembers it to this day and would like a repeat please. That’s got to be at least 3 years ago. Which is why I feel awful for cancelling on him today, I know he was looking forward to it.  But I would rather be in tip-top condition and send him away with even better memories, than have him remember me hobbling around like a sailor with a wooden leg on a lilting ship. Hardly makes for a sexy scenario.

I also have a dinner date with an adorable sounding Frenchman this Friday and he would like a lot of face-sitting, so I really do need to sort my knee out today. So if anybody was going take me up on my offer of a shorter booking today around lunch-time, many apologies but I will be there next Monday at the same time instead if that’s of any help.

I know that the sun is out and everybody’s getting horny again, so I hope I didn’t put a crimp in anybody’s plans today.