Yesterday I had one of those days when everything you touch turns to poo. Training was crap because I was crap, I threw every pass at knee-height and chose lines of running that didn't get me anywhere near the action. Two hours of gradually becoming sulkier and more quiet created a mood that could only be cured by wine, ice cream and gossip with some of the rugby gals.
Today is a better day. I'm trying to get a team together for the Stockholm 10s in August and so far I've got 4 players including myself. Hope I'll see you there!
