................ and so the frustration grows

It is 22:30 on a Sunday evening and all is peaceful in the world that is Dunfermline. A little task to look for a binder to hold some papers together. A stretch to a high cupboard, a shift of the chair this way, a slant of the elbow that way, and before you can say 'museum bus sprint', Bigman's elbow catches the glass uplight shade. A crack breaks the silence and a triangular shard of glass is tumbling towards his right leg.

And in an instant blood is squirting over the chair, the carpet, and shifting the white socks to a shade of crimson as it oozes down his leg.

And before you know it, a simple search for a binder turns into an excursion to the other side of life. Accident and emergency on a Sunday evening after an old firm game. Plenty of colourful language and people full of spirit.

Thankfully no glass is left in the wound however it will require stitches. The plan was for Bigman, The Fit One and The Ironman to head for the gym today given the continued ice age.

The nurse said it would be good to go. Bigman missed the ironic tone in the voice. Walking without a limp was a challenge, let alone the thought of 2 hours of exercise pushing blood around the system at 150 bpm.

In the end Bigman could only dream of exercise. It is going to take a few days to allow the skin to knit before stitches to come out but it is a further delay to turning up the dial on the training regime.

Ah frustration!