In recent years, my lifelong love of the game of rugby has been reignited by my Son taking up the sport. I went from freezing on the sidelines, to coaching his team (it's like herding cats), to playing touch rugby most weeks. It's fitting that it's my son that's brought this love back to life, as it was my Dad that taught me the joy of the game when I was his age. Aside from playing and coaching, I've become a huge fan of the women's game, not for gross voyeuristic reasons, but because it's a much more entertaining game to watch most of the time, with more running rugby and less egos. One of my favourite players is Ellie Killdune, the England and Harlequins full back. She's electric to watch and has a very engaging off pitch personality to match. She recalls a story of her grandfather teaching her a Roald Dahl quite, which she had lived by, and now has tattooed on her: "Lukewarm is no good" and it just about sums up where I am with Nursing. I'm finding newly qualified life, and the expectation it brings challenging, mainly because we usually only have time for Lukewarm. I can't sit with my patient and give them a full, proper explanation of their condition, procedure etc, because my next admission is rolling in. I can't always complete a full rehab conversation in one sitting, as I've got to with another patient for MRI. To get everything done, all my paperwork totally perfect (because come handover, that's what I'll be judged on) the best I can do is Lukewarm. That's not me, I LOVE this job, I'm fiercely passionate about it, so Lukewarm is no good.