Jesso! That's some dedication from you! I think you're mental reading all my shoite!
That's me back from Northern Ireland. Overall I think my eating was fairly good. Wasn't keeping track but I only had my breakfast yesterday then a Double Decker (I needed the energy before we played) then drank in Belfast all night. Again, had the breakfast this morning and then home made soup when I got home.
My plan was to work out a routine while unemployed, as I thrive on routines.
But...last night I was up a wall at the hotel (I may have been drunk!) and decided to fireman slide down the flag pole next to it. I didn't realise the bottom of this wasn't flat so I badly twisted my ankle. Apparently the colour drained straight out my face. I was taken to bed where someone in the band made a makeshift strap out of a wet t-shirt of mine (the Ernie one if you're reading Taz) and went to bed.
We have a nurse in the band who had a look in the morning and thought it may be broke (even though I could just about walk on it). We had strict times so I never got to the hospital until I was home tonight.
Turns out it is just a very bad sprain but does mean I can't really walk/cycle for a good few days...not for any distance certainly.
So this could be interesting!
...fun times
