Not a fan of January
My son (Harrison) has been on at me for some time to do another blog post, so I thought it was time that I sat down and did one. Most of my blog postings will be about my attempts to get fit and get into a rugby shirt, A change of pace for this one - it's why I'm not a fan of January... I don't like January, I just don't. It's unusual for me to have a particular feeling about a month or something obscure like that. I get that people can have favourite colours etc but I've never understood why people like particular days of the week, numbers or months. I didn't go in for that sort of thing (being a bloke) and never gave it any particular thought until a couple of weeks ago and a phone call my wife (Denise) got at 0418 on 2nd January this year. The phone call was from her Dad (Dave) to inform us that his wife (Cher) had passed away. She had lost her long and incredibly dignified battle with cancer. Denise's phone ringing had woken us both up and I knew