I hate waiting. Sod patience, i demand instant gratification. Why, oh why, after a weekend of stretching, ice packs, ibuprofened up to the eye balls (just say no kids) and zero exercise, as precribed by the wise and sage physio, is my achilles not like new? why is it still sore and inflamed? no, no no, no, this simply cannot be! i demand results NOW. Very frustrating, i can feel all that pent up energy inside me with no outlet….will have to go swimming tomorrow to keep fit….much as i hate public swimming pools….and the dullness of lap after lap….yuk.

A busy weekend otherwise with Master Ed on the campaign, testing the website with the epicado guys, contacting the world and its mother for this that and the other….some very exciting possibilities are lining up, but i dont want to jinx them by talking about them before they are concrete….