Hello

Woke this morning scared to lift my head of the pillow as I could feel the wee blighter waiting to wish me good morning. Boy was I right, the shooting pain I experienced behind my eye was excruciating as I lifted my head. However, immediately after it I was raring to go it was liked being slapped then punched, nothing like a burst of adrenalin to start your day.

By midday the pain had subsided back to a dull ache and life became bearable again. This afternoon I dropped Bob off at a friend's, went shopping and then even caught 40 winks on the couch before having to pick Bob back up. In between all this our friend 'T' dropped in with her kids, both of whom are gorgeous. Their latest additional to family is 'M' who is nearly 6 months old and full of smiles and giggles, whilst holding her she spend the whole time with one hand trying to grab at my beard. I find there is something soothing/ relaxing about holding a baby and listening to their bubbles and noises they make or maybe it's just the baby smell but whatever it is I like it - it's comforting.

The picture tonight is a visual representation of how pain hits me. It took three takes to get this shot and each time Bob ensured the water got colder and was ready for a fourth round. The disappointed look when I told her I think I had the shot said it all. Bob was also meant to originally be wearing the glove but pleaded with her mum to switch.

The gloves are left overs from our fighting and sparring days, found a couple of focus pads and bag mitts whilst searching for the gloves so may try to incorporate them into a blip soon. Although I'm enjoying the time off I'm finding I'm having too much thinking, need to try and focus this in a creative/ positive manner.

For Bob
Aug 06 - We are getting ready for a family meal and Bob tells me I can't wear a T-shirt as it's not smart enough. When asked what I've to wear she tells me to wear a kilt.