There is nothing quite like injuring your back to make you realise just how terrible it must be to be old and in constant pain.
One awkward twist of the neck is apparently sufficient to tear a muscle that runs all the way from the base of the skull to the shoulder blade. This, in turn, is sufficient to make me discover that although I can't sing, when it comes to screaming I have a staggering vocal range: all the way from contralto moaning to what can only be described as an ultrasonic soprano whimper. No doubt my neighbours appreciated this glittering vocal extravaganza at 5:30am.
Tango