Not long back from another very well attended and upbeat morning of micro rugby at Guiseley Lions.
Thankfully, Coach Anthony was forced to give up his now trademark stripey top - a version of Madonna famously wore in her 1986 Pappa Don't Preach video - in favour of a waterproof. (Although he could have had it on underneath).
Anyway, on the way back, with a spring in my uplifted step - Jamie brought me crashing back to earth.
It has been suggested to me by one or two individuals in recent times - beginning with my mother - that I might be at risk of losing a little bit of hair on top. I have steadfastly refused to believe it, principally because I haven't seen the evidence. And I'm certainly not going out of my way to look.
As Jamie and I walked home, I put him on my shoulders for the last stretch of the journey. A minute or so later, he was in fits of laughter.
"What is it?" I enquired.
"I can see your real head!"
I'll make him an appointment with Specsavers first thing in the morning.
