Home Life

Can’t remember when I was home for a weekend, the family hadn’t forgotten though and were quick to make use of my home time. Actually it started the moment I got off the plane as Nikyboy (as close to family as it gets) had decided to go extreme land boarding, it would have been kitesurfing had he made it to the water instead of the hospital bed I found him in.

What a mess, two bones in his leg and another two in his arm. Obviously stories very but one thing’s for sure it all happened quickly. Many of you may have heard about the guy who jumped Brighton pier, well he was on a 7m so I guess Nik’s path was set when he pumped up a 10m.

The short story ends with Nik flying under a chain fence after colliding with two concrete bollards as his kite flew over the power lines, so you could say the plaster casts were just a lucky break.

A month before I left home Aaron had booked out the calendar for another trip to Corby and Adrenalin Alley with a bunch of his mates, so no guessing why there’s a few pix and a video of BMXing. Apart from missing my family when away and there are always my mates. The rest of the weekend was full of visits from both, though many came carrying computers for me to sort out.

Seriously though, I stopped counting the weekends away once I hit 27, particularly as most of them included weekdays and that’s one figgure I shouldn’t keep mentioning in front of the wife, not that its helping much as she’s packing my bags for yet another trip to the airport.