Outside edge

Off to the local cricket club last night to see the nephews do their cricket practice. Having spent the winter jumping up and down on the footie touchline in freezing conditions with the wind direct from the Urals and my extremities losing feeling, it was bloody good to be able to watch the little imps scurry off to bat, bowl and catch while I retired to the pavilion for what can only be described as beer.

the place was awash with parents, a lot of whom seemed to have twigged that they could, with clear conscience, stop here on their way home from work 'to pick up their children' via several pints of liquid refreshment, while at the same time flirting with any hot nanny who may be there.

It was, one has to say, very satisfying to sit there watching the shadows from the sight-screen lengthen on the grounds while schlurping at a pint or four of Strong Continental Lager. Ah, the sound of leather on willow, the small of linseed oil and the occasional tantrum of somebody clean-bowled. Looks like I will be taking an active interest for the rest of the summer...wonder if I can open an account at the bar.