The black dog is not beaten, and today he took the form of a fifteen year old on the rampage.
Driving to school ended up with with a shouting match, a slammed door and my hand around his scrawny neck... not necessarily in that order.
That I love the little rat dearly and that he pulls more strings than Pinocchio ever had only makes the whole pathetic mess even worse. I won't even say what got was blurted out as the car door slammed. Not a good start to the day.
Which is a bummer really as yesterday I scored the best splash in ages.
Not perfect by any means, but some punch and no crowds was certainly a good start to the week. Location remains a secret but those who know will most likely spot the spot. A couple of belters including a massive double up that allowed a couple of what felt like hall of fame off the tops before the cocky old fart got well and truly slapped on lip hit number three.
What can I expect at 56? (Birthday last week)
Still the 6'2" flew and given it was my first real surf in weeks I was pretty happy.