My injured leg is absolutely fine. If I don't use it. None of which bodes well for Sunday's half. However, I'm carb-loading regardless. Why waste a good excuse to eat pasta and garlic bread and risotto every night?! This evening, on top of my Italian fiesta, I also poked down a small bucket of spinach. If it's good enough for Popeye... Seriously, my body needs all the help it can get. If that means eating fruit and veg in quantities usually only seen in zoos, then so be it. PMA!