Different sort of scream this afternoon.....
OK, so I probably shouldn't have been trying to move the (5-seater) sofa by myself, but I certainly wasn't expecting the loud 'pop' from the region of my left shoulder and the lightning-bolt of excruciating pain down my arm when I gave a good heave. Oh, yes - there was screaming!

Three codeines and copious quantities of Voltarol gel later, after an hour scrunched up in the chair with a hot water bottle pressed against my arm, I managed to get the dinner ready as long as I keep my upper arm clamped to my body and only move it from the elbow.
T'internet tells me that it's probably a ruptured biceps tendon, often suffered by athletes and body-builders (sardonic hollow laughter).
I don't know what's the matter with me lately - I seem to be really accident-prone.

Can I get an "Awwwwwww...." ?