I had a little accident. I was running up the stairs and my flip-flop caught on the underside of one of the steps. My toenail lifted up like a flip top bin. My ashen face gave the pain away and Liam Nightingale tendered my wound attentively. This was proof if proof were needed that I must stop running around the place like a teenager and show a little more respect for my age. My hobbling demeanour has driven home the point. The timing was lousy as we were due to lunch with friends at La Passion, a delightful little Spanish restaurant providing a delicious three course set lunch menu for a fiver. We are regulars. At that price, it would be churlish to deny them our custom. After a decent period of recovery and with my toe bandaged, we made lunch, albeit late.