Well, it’s been a wee while since I updated, as various people have reminded me, so I thought I would write something despite being well past my bedtime. (For those laughing, I will be getting up at 6:20). The most stand-out thing that happened this week was going to the beach yesterday, which was fantastic, with awesome weather, soccer, swimming and I didn’t even get sunburnt. However I did manage to obtain a rather large gash in the bottom of my heel, courtesy of a large chunk of glass that I stood on when I jumped out of the car to go grab Baz at his place, resulting in large amounts of blood, mostly on his floor. We repaired the damage with a kitchen towel and some electrical tape, which lasted till we got to the beach (Taylor’s mistake for those interested) at which point it fell off. I decided to ignore it, which resulted in the cut filling up with sand which I then had to attempt to wash out once I got home (mostly successful). Anyway, you’ve probably had enough of me describing my wounds in graphic detail, so I’ll stop…
I got a bigger swiss ball on Saturday too, which I sat on all day at work today and don’t feel any worse off, apart from it rubbing most of the hair off the back of my legs.
Ooh, before I forget, Baz and me came up with the idea of a social club beach day/evening. (Take note Mark) or possibly even just a bunch of us going to the beach straight after work for a bbq. We were trying to figure out how to beat the weekend crowds, so we thought organising it for a Wednesday would be best. (The social club beach day that is).
Anyway, bedtime… And I may update you on the draughts results tomorrow if I remember, although they aren’t too flattering.