Nothing in particular.

Last night - or rather early this morning I woke up dreaming of my dad - in his rugby days. This was obviously provoked by the recently launched LMOB website which has a lot of old pictures of the team my dad played for. The day it was launched - sometime last week, I was hooked pretty much all day, going over and over and over the pictures, and strangely going back to when I was anywhere between 3 and 8yrs old. Or may be I was younger, I'm not sure!

We were nothing but happy. Now we aren't even sad. That probably didn't make sense to you - but in my head it works.