Impossible Love

The sun shone gloriously. I did lots of paperwork during the morning and rewarded myself with serious football in the afternoon.

I had a really good game. My touches came off, I scored a couple of goals, saved a lot, prevented players, was full of running. But best of all, the game was played in excellent spirits. There were no arguments - despite the beaming sun. Some long lost faces turned up [we call them SUMMER PLAYERS :) ]. There were smiles on all faces and we laughed gloriously at the gaffs.

For instance one of our players was having a mare of a day. He missed an open goal from inches away. When he was in goal, he powerkicked the ball. I was facing away from him. His kick hit my arm and rebounded past him and into the open goal mouth. He gave another goal away when he tried to do his tricks while defending - failed, gave the ball away and the opponents gratefully scored. But we all enjoyed the irony, the day, the moment, the sun, our good health.

I played for 2hr 30min. I'm still on antibiotics - due to complete on Sunday.

In the past 2 weeks another nephew has joined my family tree.

Is your own happiness worth the good health of the family. When I used to read of people giving their souls and happiness for the good of the family, or friends, it used to make romantic sense. Living it is another thing. But ask me if I would and despite the pain and anguish I could not change my mind. I love those kids and my unhappiness is still a small price, logically if not emotionally.

Some loves are hard, if not impossible, to forget.