I'm trying not to move about too much. I've been a bit fragile. I've been on the waiting list for surgery for months now. And then I was dancing. To the Sugababes. "Bet you look good on the dance floor". And some of my stitching popped. I didn't panic. It has happened before. They can rebuild me. But I'm feeling a bit tatty and old and unloved. And if she doesn't sort me out soon I'm going private. Ooooooooo, and look at the tartan bunnets.