Much to learn, you still have

It's paying off. In that my visit to the lovely osteopath meant that not only am I relaxed when I go to get the boys after tennis, but I could also insist on staying for a swim and managed to lie on my front and read a bit of Bill Bryson's brilliant book on Shakespeare. The one not based on his writings, but on the circumstancial evidence that indicates what his life might have been like.

We are lucky to be alive beyond 25, let alone 35 and we should bloody well enjoy it.

I've had a sequence of fantastic conversations today, concluding with AKHF, where I was futher inspired to find my muse again. I have a week to get some stuff written down.

Suc did not suffer in any way for this photograph. Infact he loved it. We all just need a bit of attention. Yoda?