My Dad spent Friday in hospital getting lumps removed from both feet. He seems remarkably unconcerned about it (or the pending biopsy results) so I shall follow his lead.

In fact, he was most concerned that being unable to walk meant that he would therefore miss the Spurs home match against West Ham. Upon hearing this, and being the dutiful son that I am, I promptly drove to London on Sunday and borrowed his season ticket for the day. We won 4-0 :)

Well, waste not want not and all that jazz....






I made him a cup of tea first though, I'm not a complete git.



Edit:

Just pulled my deltoid muscle in my right arm in badminton warm-up. Ouch-de-fuckidy-ouch :(