Well, it should be. I've had the worst weekend ever. Saturday afternoon I was getting into the front passenger seat of the car and twisted round to speak to my son in the back seat. Next thing you know the right knee has gone and I'm lying on the ground squealing like a pig. Only took me about 5 seconds to get the bones back in but it seemed like ages. Went to casualty and the wee houseman whos probably been on for the last 48 hours sends me for an x-ray and then straps it up and sends me home. Got home from a band job today and the hospital has phoned (on a sunday!!). Apparently the consultant was in and looked at the x-rays and wants to see me next week. I've had knee injuries in the other knee in the past and this one feels like its the anterior cruciate thats gone. Still can't walk. Ah well we'll see what they say. To top it all off my wife got a phonecall from one of the mums at playgroup and her wee boy, Daniels best friend, has come down with chickenpox. The incubation is between 10 and 21 days so we're now looking forward to a lovely christmas with the wee man covered in spots. And the Celts dropped two points.