I’ve been quite stressed over the last few days waiting for the NZ-SA rugby quarter-final. Would “our boys” do it or would they falter in the quarters? Then just as the game is kicking off my daughter got sick and I spent much of the game looking after her far away from the rugby. It brought everything back into perspective – one sick daughter is far more important that whether the All Blacks win a rugby game. Sometimes you need these reminders.