Recovery

I am in the midst of recovery after my journey to points east...I am trying to piece together the series of events which led, at some point, to my fleeing at top speed from an irate blue hair Dame of Revolutions, or some such, Dame from Hell would be more apt...Anyway, fleeing at top speed down the back stairs from the St. Regis Penthouse while Mr. P attempted a delaying action near the punch bowl, a fine stand he made I must say...My ankle work around the last turn was a wonder to behold and I do hope Mr. P will survive his injury...From the size of that blue hair, I have my doubts...He was a brave man I will have you know...Anyway, let me collate, and I will be with you anon...