Work was complex, I had three machines on the go at once, it got very hot. Walked Sasha, about six miles or so. More work. Quite a dull day really. Walked this evening and had a third attempt at a Geocache and failed. Came back and had a shower, then put some deep heat cream on my thigh, managed to get it on my ball sack. A nice burning sensation. Jamie laughed, I threatened to stick it on my bell-end and then bang him, he shut up. And Prince died today, it’ll either be Bruce Forsyth or Keith Chegwin tomorrow.