Wound licking and chair kicking

Unfortunately, to top off the Kiwi series of mis-adventures, I’ve come down with a rather embarrassing cold.  So instead of being back at work in the land of normality and no chess boards, I’m at home, licking my chess wounds in a snot-infested grump.

Humpf.

I do have to say thanks to the very nice messages I got following the woosy whinings of my last blog post, including Guy’s public comment on the post.  I know that these big chess failures do come about for everyone from time to time, and the good news is that this means I shouldn’t be due for one for a while.  Besides, they hardly matter in the bigger scheme of things.  For instance, as Guy points out, I should try to remember that I’m not Andy Murray – something that I’m thankful for every day.

Honestly, what do girls see in this guy?!

Anyway, the combination of chess and cough means that I’m still having a little trouble remembering the great memories from the first half of the NZ trip.  Fortunately, I have another guest blogger to remind me and share with you all what it felt like to go on tour with good mates throughout the picturesque North Island.  And, given that Tritty had by far the best trip both on the chess board and on the tour bus, there’s no better man to have for the role.

Therefore, without further ado, I’m going to stop spreading the misery of feeling sorry for myself on you, dear readers, and treat you to a little Tritty Time.