You want a Saturday off?

Leave forms

I'm keeping wicket on Saturday (if it does not rain, see above), which should do the (left) knee and the (right) achilles the power of good. I couldn't walk after Saturday's game and running all those singles (word in the pub after was that most of those singles should've been twos, and that 'running' isn't what I was actually doing). Running or ambling, they're twenty two yards each of anyone's money. Dave-O (Dav the Chav) isn't available. Asked for the appropriate forms, in triplicate, excusing him from the game, he failed to produce them. Apparently, granting dispensation for a week off is at the vice captain's discretion, and that'd be Dave-O. Clearly a breach of club discipline. Why, just two years ago he had a Saturday off. Offering only the feeble excuse of his only daughter's wedding. Surely he could've popped along to the do after the game?

Hit and Miss

End of season one cliffhanger. We're (BLISS and me) eagerly awaiting season two. Well, probably more me, really.

Hosepipes

The ban is a bit immaterial, as there's been sufficient rain every day to render hosepipes redundant. MM's out pre-season training in another heavy shower now. The pitches should be baked hard this time of year.

Raindodging

We've been reasonably lucky, cricket-wise. We've played a couple of games through some stop-start (mostly start, actually) showers, and only lost two to the weather. Giving lie to the Monday to Friday, fine, weekend awful theory.

Dark City

Good film. Had to watch it in four parts due to starting watching it too late, and going off to sleep early. Apparently it's a cult classic.

Cube

Managed to watch this cult classic in one sitting. Must be a short film. Didn't know Cubes II and III existed. I've got them to look forward to.

Remote holidays

That's what I fancy. Somewhere with no phone signal, no wi-fi, no telly. Just a few power sockets for the reading lamps and to charge up the Kindle, and, naturally, for the kettle. Some isolated corner of Scotland or Wales, and a proper work-free five days, the first in too many years.