Old man troubles...

No, not my waterworks, my back is giving me some stick. I strained it lugging my mowers about and have damaged one of the joints on the spine or something. It's meant starting a course of physio and lightening my workload, with a by product of being home mid afternoon and catching the last session and a half of the test match.

My visit to the physio yesterday was an interesting one as I had my back "manipulated" for the first time. This involved the physio and I getting into the sort of position you'd expect to see in one of Heyesie's cook books then one sharp movement and one loud click later, I was fixed. Only temporarily though and I've got more of the same to come.

Anyway, I'd better go, the sofa is calling and England's batsmen need my support...

Hey now, hey now, don't dream. It's over...

Today was the day of the big draw and STINK I didn't win. They drew someone out from Christchurch then rang him and he didn't answer. Unlucky. They drew it again and although it was a bit closer (south Auckland) it wasn't close enough and the lucky winner will be off to his chosen event... the Monte Carlo Grand Prix in May.

Jammy bastard. Looks like I'm going to have to pay for my own trip back to the UK. See you all in 2015.