My Olympic campaign has been derailed! Just when I thought I was safe to skate around the rink with needles in hand, the Tonya Harding of the virus world has snuck up behind me and bam! whacked me with a nasty virusey thingy (see! incoherent already!). I'd post a picture of my red raw throat and furry tongue, but I'd hate to scare any small children in the vicinity of the computer. I think even poor Grumbles has come down with it - she's already in slumber land, despite the fact she only just finished breakfast. Talk about a world record!
Yet it will take more than a nasty virus to stop this athlete! I'd halfway through the right front, which I should get finished tonight, coughs and spluttering allowing, then onto the left tomorrow. I'd post a pic, but how many bobbles can one blog support? That's right: Not. That. Many. So, here's a pic instead of a lovely statue in the Treasury Gardens, Melbourne.
He's wondering if he'll get his Olympic challenge finished in time. Har!