My Achilles tendon is a lot better and, ignoring my excruciatingly painful shoulder, I'm feeling a lot better so took a few hours off tonight to head to an event at an art gallery with a friend.

The evening was hosted by The London Cocktail Society but knowing I had a very early start the next morning to teach it was more a case of 'look and listen' rather than 'touch or taste'. Especially as the classes were ones that the hosts had cancelled last month due to the weather.

The evening was going great, and everyone was having a lovely time, when suddenly, and sadly, everything took a turn for the worse as armed robbers broke in (after throwing rocks, using a crowbar and shooting at the door they eventually realised it wasn't even locked!). Fortunately we were upstairs and didn't see it taking place but the noise and realisation was more than enough to send shock and terror through the group. Ridiculously the evening had been so well planned and full of treats that at first it appeared this was some kind of crazy entertainment, but the screams and shots soon put paid to that idea.

The rest of the evening went in a blur of listening to police helicopters and waiting to be released to go home by armed police.

Sadly, and very annoyingly, my body let me down and though I made it to the tube OK, by the time I was away from the situation and could sit down, shock over took me and I was lost to the world. Nausea, vomiting, shivers and general confusion and disorientation were the order of the day for the next 24 or so.

I'm starting to feel jinxed.