What a day it’s been. I was presenting the news this morning with the lovely and very funny Simon McCoy. The tone for our joint broadcast was most certainly set first thing, when we went on air on the BBC News Channel at 8.30am. Simon had introduced us and I had started reading the first headline in vision, when Simon sneezed.

Now ordinarily a sneeze isn’t that funny is it? But in the context of a solemn headline sequence, it suddenly becomes hilarious, especially when he attempted to stifle it and ended up making a noise like a brisk flatulent. How we managed not to fall off air, I shall never know, but we had the giggles for the rest of the morning.

But he was not alone in his quest to cope with a body that was simply not co-operating. Spare a thought for poor Caroline Wozniacki. The Danish player was in a right state at the Sony Ericsson Championships in Doha. She was within touching distance of a victory over Vera Zvonareva when she suffered a bout of ferocious cramp. The poor girl tumbled to the floor like she had been rugby tackled and then struggled to actually stand up.

I can still remember when Andy Murray used to get cramp in the early days of his career and he used to try and shake it off with a hearty slap of the thigh and a vigorous rub with the towel. But poor Wozniacki was in pieces, literally.

I have had cramp, but clearly never anything like that and it got me wondering whether you hearty lot had any horror stories about when you have been let down by your body at a crucial sporting moment. And also any ideas of a wonder cure? Apparently vitamin E is good for cramp, which in a sporting context is normally the result of dehydration. But too much sugar or caffeine can also be a contributor, although that would probably only affect the likes of you and me and not tip top athletes like the lovely Caroline. I hope she’s okay. I can’t bear to see anyone cry. But watching people sneeze. Now that’s a different matter...

So come on gang. Join in. I want to hear tales of daring-do and defying the odds..... or I shall bore you with my football stories. And trust me. None of us wants that......