Life is a fucking bitch. Make no mistake, if there is an afterlife; the big man had better be hiding when I get up there.

My Grandad Weal had a stroke this weekend...

So I was enjoying a relaxing week with my mum and dad over in France, catching some rays and generally enjoying a chance to think about the last month or so and to gather some semblence of an idea of what to do next.

Now my plans have taken another hit.

On Saturday evening we received a call that grandad had had a stroke and was in a bad way. He's stable now thankfully but it looks like he's paralyzed down his left side. For a man whose life revolved so much around motorsports and driving after my Nan died last October I can't help but feel that he would probably rather have joined her.

Been back in the UK now since Sunday so I decided to try running the Russian-Ring FT event to give me something to focus on and to do something my Grandad enjoyed watching me do over my shoulder: give it fucking large chasing someone down.

Unfortunately I was struggling to concentrate properly and made a hash of it.

Shit has a habbit of comming in threes so I'm hoping that this is all over with now. Sucks to say hello to you all again in this way but c'est la vie.

jw