Dizzy Old Bugger A strange thing happened on Saturday night. It was Captain's Day, which is pretty much the longest, hardest working day of the year. Mrs Ys and myself were down on the golf course at around 8am dishing out drinks and bacon butties to the members. The competition goes on all day, Mrs YS runs the on course bar, whilst I provide an all day barbeque. After the end of the day's competition I rush back to the clubhouse to get dinner ready for the Captain's evening do, a fairly simple meal of smoked salmon and prawns, chicken with a mushrooom and cream sauce then strawberry meringues. There is a 1am bar after the dinner and we finally managed to close the club at about 1.30am. At about 4am I woke up, or was rather rudely awakened, by a huge cramp in my left leg. In excruciating pain I shot out of bed and tried to streth my leg out to alleviate the pain. Then.... Well, oddly, the next thing I remember is that I was sat on the floor with my back to my bedside cabinet, or rather I was wedged into the space between my cabinet and the wall. I had my right hand up in front of my face and my hand was twitching and contracting, not in any painful way but more like a nervous reflex. Mrs YS, who can sleep through the burglar alarm, thunderstorms and the outbreak of armed conflicts, had been starled into wakefullness by the sound of me crashing to the floor. It is weird, I remember standing up, I remember being sat on the floor in a very confused and dazed state, but I have no memory at all of the preceding fall. I'm not hurt at all, not even a bruise, which is lucky because if I had fallen a few inches to the right and the radiator thermostat would have done me a serious damage. It's a sure sign that I'm getting on a bit, falling over without the influence of alcohol!