Off to Stratford-upon-Avon tomorrow to head up one of a string of events I'm doing over the next month.
Shakespeare's birth town. Men in tights.
I won't have time to take in a play this time round unfortunately.
Just taken a major spill at work too. Water on the floor, wedge boots, I flew through the air and diced myself. Twisted ankle, bloody arm and general embarrassment when one falls and you try to laugh it off in front of a large group of people.
Tomorrow is going to be a long day. Limping around a historical town, talking to media.