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Back in hospital, this time to get my arm fixed. After the bike crash on Sunday I've got to get my broken hand straightened and plastered. Not looking forward to it. Will teach me I suppose - to be a little more careful. I need someone to come help me fix the bike.. Any volunteers? I sprained my wrist and broke my hand, folks tell me it will take six weeks to mend. That's not good I need to get that down to less time, prayer and old wives remedies I think. If you know what can help fix bones other than time and rest please let me know ... I'll be searching the internet later. I bet there are loads of things for sale but getting the one that works is the challenge. I tried washing up last night but failed miserably, in the end I got Dominik round to help. You see he's a good lad when you give him opportunity to show it. We'll forget about the gang with golf clubs that came after him. :-( I've not seen the this place this quiet for a while... Blood tests don't...

Waiting for a plane from Brussels back to Heathrow. It's now 7:30 and the plane leaves at 9:30. What to do in an airport, I've looked at the shops, had food and a beer, even got the RayBans I was thinking on. Right now I'm stuck, two hours to go. I tried sitting here and talking to God, I just can't get with it. If I dedicate this blog to praying... Will it count? Time has stopped, I know it's not really but that's how it feels, I suppose I'm missing home and family. The boy has been on my mind today. I need to hand over the future for him and us to the Lord. I can't control it, I can't fix it. Sitting here all your thoughts race by. Time stops still, you see I keep saying it. Two minutes has passed since I began writing. The Belgian beer I bought better last the two hours. What about this time with God, Lord do you hear, I'm sure you do. I know you're in my life, with me all the time, putting me right. I should listen more, read more, maybe ...