I think I may stop giving sports massage to men. The reason is simple. They are such delicate creatures that any sort of pressure seems to result in them screaming - well perhaps not screaming but there is certainly a lot more grunting than when womenalso have a massage. They are insitent on having full massages done rather than just the injured part - my son informs me that this is because it is nice! Well thats all right then!

So last night found me tucked up in bed at 5.30pm with an impending migraine, however I had to drag myself out at 9pm to pick the boy up. Once home straight back to bed and my own little dream world - which I have to say is getting more and more bizarre. The other night I dreamt I was having a picnic with Anthony Hopkins and a load of kids in the middle of a very busy road. We had a nice chat and then I went and played with the kids. I'm sure it means something but I cannot for the life of me think what. I don't remember any of my dreams from last night but that may have been down to the fact that most of the night was spent with me wondering whether my head was going to explode. Well the headache has cleared up now - thank God. Tonight I have yoga (my weekly torture session) and then a quick massage for the grumpy one (so there goes my resolve above)- try and help his leg along a bit, I don't want to get the blame for a poor performance on Sunday.