About 1969, we went to a "do" with Whitby Operatic Society (of which I was a member) at the rather posh Whitby Yacht Club. I was wearing a very sophisticated purple evening gown and my late husband was in the required black tie.
As we went in, I followed Colin towards the bar - and completely failed to notice that there was a step right across the room. I went down, full length, with a hell of a bang and just thanked God it was all carpeted and also we were early so not too many witnesses. I spent the rest of the evening with a
huge fat lip, as I'd landed on my face, and it rather took the shine off things.
