Tonight I should be at the O2 with my cheeslets and the family G watching
Tinie Tempah (I love him) but instead I'm lying in bed in agony as my back
has 'gone'. Heap plenty tears, painkillers, frozen peas and grumpiness.
Mr Cheese has bravely ventured forth (really not his cup of tea) but I'm sure
he'll treat the O2 to a little bit of dad-dancing.