Rush Hour(s)

Went back to touch training on Thurs,and encountered both good and nasty stuff. Seriously, get back down to earth.
Went to our new place on Friday with Aaron to see the progress of the renovation. Pictures to follow soon.
And I think school and training is starting to take its toll on me. I feel a fever waiting to burst free anytime.I will win the war.Humph.

Drive

I am dishearten by my driving recently. My heart's not in it and I'm finding it aimless just driving about in the circuit and on the test routes. Will my test date hurry up and arrive before I lose interest?!

Can you imagine?

I love how we get to spend our Saturdays together,and watching him play touch makes my heart itchy too.
Speaking of which,I was sitting down at one of the round tables facing the synthetic field of SAS watching both the junior school kids and the 'senior' men playing on the 2 halves of the pitch. As time pasts more and more aunties came to the table and sat down as well, watching the field. They started talking amongt one another, and the one sitting next to me suddenly asked: 'So which one's your son?',pointing to the kids playing rugby just in front of us. I wanted to dig a hole and hide myself there and then,but to which I replied with a calm face: "No son there,waiting for the other side" pointing to the 'seniors' playing at the far end. I swore the seconds ticked by too slowly for comfort waiting for Aaron to finish.Argh.I'm not too sure what to think.