Warming Up

I don't know if it was Boris Johnson that made me sick, but I woke up feeling exhausted and dizzy. Catie got up and dealt with the kids and I felt, unusually, that I needed to sleep for another hundred years. I am usually tired in the morning, but I nearly always wake up before the kids and get out of bed pretty easily. 

I got up and the world was spinning and I was very unsteady on my feet. It didn't feel like the vertigo thing I used to suffer from - it actually felt like I'd been out on a ship and was now still reeling on land. I went downstairs to try and help with breakfast, but was now not only stumbling but queasy. I managed to crawl back up the stairs to the toilet, dry-retched a couple of times and then lay on the floor sweating. I'd never felt ill like this before and was wondering if this might be the end. Or at least the start of some horrible long term problem. I just couldn't make sense of why I was dizzy and queasy and I couldn't afford the time to be ill.

But I was and had no choice but to go back to bed.

It all eased off a bit after a bit more sleep and I suspect this might just be exhaustion from the stress of the world and what I am trying to achieve with work and family. I was very keen to just get on with things this morning and it was only my body basically shutting down on me that stopped me doing so. What I have on my plate feels a lot less than how things were a few years ago when I was really pushing myself and being pulled in loads of directions. But I am older now and I have two kids now and it's not so easy.

But at lunchtime I spoke to Jon Parkin, the ex York City player known as the Beast who along with Richard Brodie is my favourite player that's played for my team. He had an uncompromising attitude to training and what he was and wasn't allowed to eat and consequently was quite a physical specimen and not one that you necessarily would expect to see playing professional football. And yet he held that team together and scored lots of goals, just as things were falling apart. I am delighted to say he will be one of my guests on the upcoming York RHLSTP. He has a lot of stories and even from this phone call I can confidently predict this will be a cracker. And one that you might have to see live, as I am not sure it will all make it to air. Book here Yorkies 

And please do come and see RHLSTP on tour if you can. Not all the guests are booked yet, and you might not have heard of some of the ones who have been. But have I ever let you down before? Apart from that time.

And I really hope my other guest is going to be someone like the Archbishop of York or Dame Judi Dench. Imagine the dressing room!

And as the afternoon progressed I felt well enough to do a bit of admin and wrote up this month's newsletter

And then by the late afternoon with my in-laws drafted in to drive the kids to their various activities because it was probably not a good idea for me, I thought I wonder what a Me 1 vs Me2 snooker frame would be like in these circumstances. There was only one way to find out. And now you can find out too. 

So even on an enforced day off I managed to do quite a bit of “work”. But also some day sleeping. And looks like I should live to see another day.