I woke up yesterday morning not able to turn my head to the right. I blame sleeping with a cat who I dote so much upon that I feel bad if I disturb their sleep. I estimate spent 90% of the night in the same position.

All day I walked around like a whiplash victim, unable to look at shop windows. I felt cheated. However, my ability to dance the Robot was greatly improved.

I’m feeling a bit better today, thanks. Heating pads, a hot bath (NSFW – semi nude fat hairy guy in a tub) and a steady diet of aspirins have got me twisting a bit more today.

The title refers to my ability to yank the heads off my sister’s dolls with panache and elan, while shifting the blame over onto my older brothers