Absence makes the hits go yonder

Hello there patient, or more likely lost, visitors.

In recent events they (the evil They, they know who they are) have cut off my blogger access from work, which means that you will have to get by with only intermittent bursts of my sparkling wit and lightning fast ripostes. You have all been very stoic so far. Hang in there team.

I also went away for the weekend with a group of mates 2 weekends ago - which was great, except that one of the midgets (children) was infected and clearly not sterilised prior to being exposed to normal people. half of us proceeded to come down with a ridiculously offensive bug of the digestive system variety. You know that feeling where you really want to die, having spent your 10th hour in the bathroom? Yeah, that one.

I play basketball. This means that, despite my Herculean frame, every now and then you get hit with the ball on a finger or thumb. (Actually, have no idea what this has to do with having a Herculean frame or not, but I am sticking with it ok?). So I copped one on the thumb 4 weeks ago. Usual story, thumb swells up, bruises all to hell, hurts quite a bit. Normally so it goes for a week or 2.

So 4 weeks later, still hurting, as in I still can't pick stuff up. Not talking World's Strongest Man material, I'm talking a cup full of coffee. Time for an X ray. Yep, its fractured. Now I get to wear one of these delightful apparatus for a few weeks.

Do you have any idea how long it took to get this thrilling story down for you all? I feel like opening WJ's Special School for Typing. Enrol early and often...