Marking the official beginning of our cricket season we took control of the clubhouse again today.
Sharing it with a football club has it's downsides. The place was in a real mess tonight and looked far from the cosy club rooms of last season. It doesn't help that the walls are missing the photos of past players and the trophy cabinet is bare but even so...
We were supposed to be all out to prepare for the forthcoming season opener on Friday but delays with the handover meant that a proper clean up wouldn't take place until later in the week. Time for a quick beer and a recount of the weekend, catching up with friends and looking forward to what this season may bring.
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Tuesday, 17 April 2007
Wednesday, 21 March 2007
Dropping a clanger
I felt like I let myself down today. We all make mistakes I know but this one just seemed so stupid and it certainly came at the wrong time. An earlier oversight came and bit me hard and I was lost in a panic trying to salvage something from what looked like a bloody disaster. Once I had calmed down and started to think rationally again things started to piece together. I received an enormous amount of help for which I am extremely grateful, a rare example of teamwork. A plan was devised to be executed tomorrow. I headed for my brother's place keeping my fingers crossed.
T was as cool as ever and we chilled for a while and supped some beer. Off to his local for a quiet drink which resulted in a skin-full; we chatted and laughed for most of the night. It wasn't much longer before our thoughts turned to sustenance. We were definitely well placed as this pub had recently let their kitchen out to an Indian restaurant which ran a takeaway from behind the bar. It's one of the strangest things you'll come across in an old style country pub in the sticks. I gleefully placed my order and had another pint whilst waiting for it to be prepared. The meal, or at least the parts of it that I didn't spill on my jeans, was delicious. T helped me forget my problems and as I started to doze on the couch the only thing playing on my mind was whether the curry would wash out.
T was as cool as ever and we chilled for a while and supped some beer. Off to his local for a quiet drink which resulted in a skin-full; we chatted and laughed for most of the night. It wasn't much longer before our thoughts turned to sustenance. We were definitely well placed as this pub had recently let their kitchen out to an Indian restaurant which ran a takeaway from behind the bar. It's one of the strangest things you'll come across in an old style country pub in the sticks. I gleefully placed my order and had another pint whilst waiting for it to be prepared. The meal, or at least the parts of it that I didn't spill on my jeans, was delicious. T helped me forget my problems and as I started to doze on the couch the only thing playing on my mind was whether the curry would wash out.
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