Bring it On

Aah, fighting talk. I've got all combatitive about 4 pitches we have at the new place in the next 2 weeks. Combabitive and stressed of course. A lot to get done before Clan Kelly head off to the States to gawp at the big buildings.

Combative comes from the hacking and bashing my way up to level 10 as a night elf on the very good, very addictive online world of warcraft. That'll be the game bought for Ronan’s 11th birthday, which he plays a lot of and I .. Also seem too. There are 40 folk in his guild (I keep saying Clan and he just rolls his eyes). Of those 40, about 4 or 5 are parents of the youth. Which I think is pretty cool - lots of (sanitised) chat on screen between youth and their parents who are hovering behind them telling them to get off line, not to do homework but just so dad or Mum can play.

Won't be able to play now for a bit as mortgage needs securing via some new business wins and I want to win work this side of Easter. So I'll be burning the midnight oil for a few days, writing documents - not levelling up by fighting monsters.

Also means I can't crack on with the book I'd finally (after literally years in my head) started writing. Two chapters down, many to go. That too will have to wait.

And I did have the intention of getting fit and pumping some iron (whilst sitting on the exercise bike - both relegated to the garage) BUT work is taking up ALL my time. So leave the Iron pumping to Matt and Tony who have got all gym-tastic I heard.
:-)