So today is JS’s next fight and I’m scared, real scared. After having 2 opponents drop out so far we are now facing a mysterious third. (I love how I said “we” as if I’m going to b getting in the cage with him…yeah…right) We know nothing about this guy, just that, because of the last minute-ness of him having to fill in, he doesn’t have to cut weight to fit into the same weight class as JS. Which, to JS isn’t a problem, but to me, it’s terrifying. But this time I have Liam and Izzy from work coming to hold my hand/hug me/get me pissed so hopefully I won’t care. 

Added to the worry is the fact that my Auntie rang me yesterday to say that my Uncle has now been admitted to a Hospice and there’s only a matter of days until he goes. I’m absolutely devastated. He’s such a good man. Always had a joke and a tale and a drink for everyone he met. Plus he looked like Captain Birdseye/Father Christmas. The world will be a duller place soon.