This weekend has been fairly manic. It started with a a few too many drinks on friday night, followed by a bar shift on saturday and trying to deal with a dispute between my grandparents and the neighbours somewhere in between. I've again been in to town today (not feeling 100%) and am now catching my breath before the tedious and dull task of application writing begins in earnest again on Monday morning.

After nets I've also come to the realisation that Im incredibly unfit. A slight jog seems to get me out of breath. Im afraid Im going to kiel over before I can chase a ball to the boundary come April. The answer is to do some light jogging for the next few months. I absolutely loathe exercise for the sake of it, but if Im going to be any use whatsoever to the club this year I've got to get in to some sort of shape.