recently on the turntable

velvet underground
1969 - live

the handwriten note stuffed in our letterbox today read:

if your names are francaise and keith, then give denise a call on ....... after work

i have no idea either

oh, and i've updated my links/places page - it more accurately reflects what i'm reading online now

I sprained my wrist at the game on Sunday, it's been kinda hard to type so I haven't updated. Also being collapsing into bed exhausted at the end of each day.

I should have written about the game immediately afterwards. Anyway, we won. By one point. In extra time. In some ways it was a burgled sort of win, but fuck it, we won it, we're in the final. Still on a roll. Still in the zone. Still going to win.

Bravado or not, I believe that.

Some random stuff from the past couple of days.

Tracking the missing piece of veal down to a torn up and empty plastic bag in the cupboard under the sink and two contented cats who didn't want dinner that night.

Not being able to clean my teeth on Sunday night, as my wrist was so weak and sore I couldn't hold my toothbrush.

Explaining that my right wrist was sprained at basketball and not from nefarious activities.

Deb saying she's bored with online journals that don't mention her - there, she at least gets to read mine tonight!

Deb wondering if she's got some sort of post-natal depression.

Deb coming in just now, running her hands over my face, kissing my head and saying she loves me.