Playing touch footy tonight, we scored our first non-loss in a competition game. I say “non-loss”, because we didn’t actually win – we drew, 3 all. Still, a non-loss is a non-loss, and we were proud of our efforts.
However, such a valient almost-win comes at a high price. More than once, significant tension was felt amongst the ranks, with threats of fights looming a couple of times. But the worst cost of all was my poor little big toe. Old lefty suffered at the boot of Mr Red Fancy Pants on the other team, and now he’s not looking too happy. If anyone has any idea of how to heal a toe quickly (Suz, I’m especially talking to you here), I’d love to hear it.