Arrived in the office this morning looking a bit like I'd done a round with Mike Tyson - though, in fact, the truth was even more bizarre.
If I told you I was at a roller disco on Saturday night and was accidentally punched in the face by the flailing arm of a fellow skater, would you believe me? Thought not, but that's exactly what did happen...
We were at the Renaissance Rooms Roller Disco up in Vauxhall for my friend Carolyn's hen night, but as a result of my little mishap, I spent most of the evening being tended to in the club's version of A&E.
I don't know what was more surreal - actually trying to get to the first aid room, which was only accessible down a steep ramp, with the result that I almost killed one of the medics as I careered still skate-clad towards the entrance, or trying to recite my name, address, postcode etc while blood poured out my split lip.
The upshot of the whole thing was that I had to attend a charity lunch at Nutfield Priory today looking like I had a bad case of trout pout, only able to eat on one side of my mouth and so stiff I could hardly walk.
That aside, it was a lovely occasion with a wonderful guest speaker in the form of Christopher Biggins who had the audience in stitches as he regaled them with hilarious stories from his time in the the jungle. Bless him, he's such a sweetie and really made time for everyone.
It was all in a good cause, too, with proceeds going to the Leatherhead-based Rainbow Trust - a fantastic charity that helps terminally ill children and their families (you can find out more about them at www.rainbowtrust.org.uk).
Anyway, won't ramble on any more now. Somehow it's got to 8.45pm so I'm going to limp off home to tend to my wounds...