Indestructible
Well the good news is that I spoke to a doctor and apparently I'm indestructible.
It turned out that the last rugby match of the season wasn't the last and so (unfortunately due to a shortage of players and my stupidity) I had to play an extra three games with my ribs strapped up. Inevitable - in the final final game - I took a bit of a knock exactly where I'd been hit before. Having only 14 men on the field at the time I obviously finished the match and anesthetised it with beer that evening but it clearly wasn't right. Breathing, moving and later just sitting on a bus made my eyes water and I can't describe the feeling when I sneezed.
I did eventually get to the doctor and was x-rayed and apparently I'm still young and bendy! In reasonable Chinglish the doc said something about a green wood fracture which I took to mean I bent but didn't snap, or in other words stop complaining its only a bit of pain. So its official, I'm indestructible, bring on next season (wherever that may be played).
In-between the rugby and the doctors visit I had my birthday but as I was hitting the none-age age range of the early mid 30s it was a relatively low key affair. On the day itself I went out for dinner with a few mates, my memory is a little fuzzy as to what I did on the Saturday night before it but sure that was also quite quiet.
Unfortunately my flat moving didn’t turned out to be quiet so easy as expected, I've somehow managed to amass a full transit van of stuff (even after destroying an ikea wardrobe, giving away a sofa, hob, TV, cabinet and air-con unit plus selling a table and chairs). One van-load might not sound like much but I arrived under three years ago with nothing but a 75 Litre holdall!
Thankfully, due entirely to Bob and Leo's generosity and their inability to say no when beer and curry are offered it was all done in an afternoon and I'm now living in luxury in Happy Valley.
My holiday in the motherland was ridiculously hectic (especially coming just days after the move) but equally good. In 8 days Hannah and I managed to spread ourselves between Winchester, Nottingham, London and Bristol, in the last of which we even managed to find a new flat (hopefully I've not just jinxed the KeySafe check...). As many of you know I also had a few beers in London Bridge’s The George (thanks to everyone that turned up, great to see you all) then on Saturday night flew out of Heathrow's terminal 5 on its second full day with only minimal delays and no loss of luggage - I'm truly bless!
Back in HK I landed just in time to have a few post 7s beers with Dom (in order to avoid jet lag) before cruising back to the penthouse.
And having done virtually nothing but work since then that's about me, however tomorrow is a public holiday so I'm going to Bali, woohoo!
Laters
JP
It turned out that the last rugby match of the season wasn't the last and so (unfortunately due to a shortage of players and my stupidity) I had to play an extra three games with my ribs strapped up. Inevitable - in the final final game - I took a bit of a knock exactly where I'd been hit before. Having only 14 men on the field at the time I obviously finished the match and anesthetised it with beer that evening but it clearly wasn't right. Breathing, moving and later just sitting on a bus made my eyes water and I can't describe the feeling when I sneezed.
I did eventually get to the doctor and was x-rayed and apparently I'm still young and bendy! In reasonable Chinglish the doc said something about a green wood fracture which I took to mean I bent but didn't snap, or in other words stop complaining its only a bit of pain. So its official, I'm indestructible, bring on next season (wherever that may be played).
In-between the rugby and the doctors visit I had my birthday but as I was hitting the none-age age range of the early mid 30s it was a relatively low key affair. On the day itself I went out for dinner with a few mates, my memory is a little fuzzy as to what I did on the Saturday night before it but sure that was also quite quiet.
Unfortunately my flat moving didn’t turned out to be quiet so easy as expected, I've somehow managed to amass a full transit van of stuff (even after destroying an ikea wardrobe, giving away a sofa, hob, TV, cabinet and air-con unit plus selling a table and chairs). One van-load might not sound like much but I arrived under three years ago with nothing but a 75 Litre holdall!
Thankfully, due entirely to Bob and Leo's generosity and their inability to say no when beer and curry are offered it was all done in an afternoon and I'm now living in luxury in Happy Valley.
My holiday in the motherland was ridiculously hectic (especially coming just days after the move) but equally good. In 8 days Hannah and I managed to spread ourselves between Winchester, Nottingham, London and Bristol, in the last of which we even managed to find a new flat (hopefully I've not just jinxed the KeySafe check...). As many of you know I also had a few beers in London Bridge’s The George (thanks to everyone that turned up, great to see you all) then on Saturday night flew out of Heathrow's terminal 5 on its second full day with only minimal delays and no loss of luggage - I'm truly bless!
Back in HK I landed just in time to have a few post 7s beers with Dom (in order to avoid jet lag) before cruising back to the penthouse.
And having done virtually nothing but work since then that's about me, however tomorrow is a public holiday so I'm going to Bali, woohoo!
Laters
JP
posted by JP at 7:00 pm
