One-handed typing is v-e-r-y - s-l-o-w - a-n-d - t-i-m-e - c-o-n-s-u-m-i-n-g.
Right then, it's been a while again. Not right much to report (booger, the Manchester accent's sinking in... ariiight loov). The riding's been awesome - Scandi Pete came out couple of weeks back and we burned around for a week and egged each other on to do more and more tricky stuff and generally had a ball. Great week - larrupped and contentedly knackered at the end of it. He left mid-Feb, then the white stuff fell AGAIN and we've been powdering our booties with the Ozzy gang and also a day with the 'couver masseev.
All top 'nanas - until Saturday when I flew off a powder drop, span backwards and flew shoulder-first into a tree. Not a sapling that sways in the breeze. Oh no - a meaty individual who's obviously been here for roughly 300 years and who refuses to move or bend the slightest bit. Thought I'd really done it this time - whole arm and right hand went numb (which in hindsight could've had its benefits I'spose...I digress) , the shaky shock thing hit fast, seeing double, brekkie threatening to make an appearance. Abs helped me ride down, then 3 days off and we're back on it. So, bouncy as Zebedee, meet the Ozzy boys on Wednesday and have a wicked day. Landed a 5, then went for a floaty 3 on the big kicker. Under-span it, and came down hard on my right arm again. An hour later we're at the med centre, x-rays and prodding doctors (yes it really is agony if you poke me there pal, you couldn't do it harder next time could you?) and ...result, thank the big JC himself. No break but massive tendon bruising and a right arm in a sling and which is roughly the same shape as a huge chicken drumstick. With writing all over it. And I'd just brought the pool championship level at 6 all. There's time left, Yates.
So on the mend now anyways. Check out the recent photies if you're bored - love to you and yours gang. C