So just back from a day or so in the hospital having had a combination of nurses, general anaesthetic, morphine, chilled chicken curry and surgery. I woke yesterday afternoon at about five after surgery with a gaggle of nurses showing me photos of shark teeth imprints on my left ankle. Little idiot me thought that I done myself an injury on the tennis court. The slip had simply opened up a bite wound from surfing a couple of weeks before. Coming down into the barrel I had felt a little pain in my leg, but when you are carving at that speed it is very hard to look back and reflect. The lesson has to be that tennis is in fact dangerous but it's the sharks that will get you in the end. More morphine sister. As my granny always said "Think not what the shark can do for you - think solely of what you can do to help the shark."