Thusday Morning

Up early to see to Frank, whipped round to mothers after that. Went to the gym barfed again. Did a workout and met a new member of staff called Eva(or Ava), a charming Belgian. Si and I were trying to remember the names of famous Belgians, how many could you get? not more than 4 I'll wager. Sam visited after lunch for further lessons in how to be an Evertonian. Went to get a haircut but Franks was mad busy with only one chair operative so I nipped to Somerfield, a rather downmarket grocery store. Whilst perusing the aisles my crutch became possessed and knocked four jars of curry cook in sauce on to the floor. Good news only three broke.