Gutted – I have had no alcohol for a month, I have been pretty good with my diet (5-a-day) and I have upped my sport including new activity (volleyball on Friday was great – I’ll do that again) but yesterday the doctor said ‘no sport for a week or two sunny Jim’ cos any leg movement is just tearing at the skin that is reforming on my burn – ouch. So tonight, I will wander up to football like a new AA member lurking outside the pub on his first dry night. I haven’t brought my kit in, and my kid Fin doesn’t wanna play if I aint playing…so I will watch my less-talented compadres gallop round the Astroturf like wounded gazelles knowing that the Lion king Derbyshire aint there to tame their football inferior exploits (yeah – right…I am pants and tend to harry after them like the ageing wilderbeast I have become looking for his last supper). Just means my tally list for the competition will have dropped and, as it was ponted out to me after Friday night’s volleyball, I am a competitive laddie. Hey ho – I can still look forward to barracking Ahmet up at footie…….
Leg is looking disgusting – like a bit of burnt flaky pastry on top of some bacon bits (raw). Smells too (hope anyone reading this aint eating)….doesn’t smell horrible, sweet almost, but not that desirable sweet you get with condensed milk. Anyways, two weeks in the greater scheme of things aint much…its just that I am losing approx 10-12 points for me team. Last blog – pos – tomorra – might continue blogging regardless cos I have kinda enjoyed that aspect too. Adios.