At the end of last week, I dragged my sorry butt into the 21st Century. Sure I’ve got a blog, but in some quarters, that just isn’t au currant enough anymore. So, I signed up to Facebook. And therein madness lies. First, choose a photograph which personifies you - so I went for one of the Simpsonised versions of myself. If you can’t be a cartoon online, when can you be? Then, start amassing friends, otherwise you’re a Facebook loser. Maybe it’s my generation, but making a friend request seems somewhat desperate to me. However, my 20 something workmates make about ten friend requests every day, from people they don’t even know, so whenever anyone looks at their profile they seem super popular. So far I have three workmates, and three cousins. However I’ve asked two of my other cousins to be my friends … and I do have around fifty of them in total. That’s a pretty impressive haul right there.

This afternoon I went to the second session of the massage course, and I’m considering searching out a diploma of massage once I’m finished. Today we covered reflexology (in the sense that a handkerchief covers the Yarra River) and it was quite insane. Every time I talk to our tutor, I’m more in awe of her - she’s a naturopath, aromatherapist and masseuse, and knows so much it’s incredible. I’m going to try and organise a massage from her later in the week, which would be classed as both research, and just plain exciting. I can’t remember the last time I had a massage which didn’t involve vicious osteopathy at the same time - and they can’t really be classed as fun.

I spent a good part of my weekend researching shoulder injuries/rehab for one of my clients (that’s right, I have no life), and felt quite impressed with myself as I put together a killer program which I think will really help him. And you can ask me anything about the glenohumeral joint - go on, ask me!

Today I’m loving: Team America, aromatherapy, and the avocado I bought this afternoon