Another Blow To The Head

Squash tonight and I lose 3-0 but I do manage to hit my opponent in the head prompting an early finish. So I'll chalk that one up as another victory then.

Then we head to the pub where my opponent sits mopping up the blood from his head wound and buys me a pint. All in all, not a bad night...

(Thursday 2^nd October)

The Damage

L asks if anyone commented on my new head injury. Oh yes, lots of comments. The police will be round to speak to her soon I imagine.

Scruffys is now toast, although we already knew that. Now it actually is called Toast. 

Although I don’t think they sell any, it’s mainly cakes, and it’s not a great name for a prosperous business. Italian beers... not much to tempt me.

L is out in Derby and I’m dog training, where it’s dark so no one notices the damage.

(Monday 23^rd September)

Not Pretty

In the middle of the night I fall over and bang my head, quite badly. L says I was drunk, personally I think I just had one of my famous fainting fits but either way, the damage is the same and not pretty.

It doesn’t stop the boys getting another killer park session, or the hedge getting cut or L getting to visit a couple of bike shops.

One thing that doesn’t happen is the Northampton Half Marathon but that has nothing to do with the head wound and everything to do with the ankle I injured on Wednesday.

As a temporary measure, and perhaps as a permanent everyday use one, we get L’s old racer out of the shed. This was second hand when she got it and has the old style gear levers on the frame. Still it's got previous, she’s done a few triathlons on it.

(Sunday 22^nd September)