Less hopping, more bopping...

I went for physio on Monday and it was fabulous - seen by Christine the Physio who reckoned it was my hip flexor rather than my adductor, shoved the lovely patch things that go 'fizz' on it, then heat, then showed me stretching exercises, then massaged it. Result? No pain, free leg, bliss... She also said to keep it warm. In this weather? Not easy!

On Tuesday night I went to a network 'do' - very dark room, very noisy, hopeless for networking as I could neither see nor hear anybody. However, I did meet (and she recognised me first) someone I used to work in Barclays with 25 years ago. Good grief. She didn't look a day older - extraordinary!

Today I went for more physio again - my leg is heaps better but still having just the odd twinge, so better safe than sorry and all that. I went very early as I had to be in central Cardiff by 8.45, so I was on the treatment table by 7.30... Behind a curtain to preserve my modesty then when I was all hooked up to the fizzy machine and covered up to be decent Christine pulled the curtain back a bit, and the very handsome, very fit looking young man at the next table said 'hello Sarah'. Turned out to be Ed and I used to help exercise his horses some, ooh, 20 years ago. How do people do this? Recognise one so quickly? I am always completely flummoxed when I see people out of the context in which I know them... Maybe I just have a seriously weird face that people don't forget however hard they try... Anyway, it was really lovely to see him again and chat houses, work, dogs and injuries (frequent on both our parts so we may meet again). Small place, Cardiff.

Then I went to my conference in a hotel (let's name and shame - the HOLLAND HOUSE HOTEL) where the heating wasn't working and the air conditioning had kicked in instead. It was FREEZING. I was there till after lunch (ok, the lunch was nice) and then back to the office to organise some seminar attendances for next week, and then back down into Cardiff to meet up with the girls from one of my clients to see Mama Mia. I had arranged to meet them in the Italian restaurant near the Millennium Centre, but couldn't see them when I arrived. So I sat and had a glass of wine. By 6.15 I was thinking I really ought to eat, so I ordered and then spotted Sue across the restaurant - they'd been there all the time but I hadn't spotted them because they were looking so glam. I went over for a chat, somebody pinched my seat and then I found the waiter looking lost with my lasagne thinking 'where the hell did she go?' I did get reunited with it, and we all managed to sit at one table together to eat...

If any of you reading this live near or in Cardiff, go and see Mama Mia - utterly brilliant! Fantastic sets, great singing (knocks X Factor into a cocked hat and then some), good costumes and just a truly fab night out. Good chance for bopping too...

Go see!