Well, the cricket season is well underway and I've done a bit of everything - bowled a few overs, took some wickets, scored a few runs and there's even a catch in there, when I played the field. This weekend marks the Diamond Jubilee of Queen Elizabeth II of England, Great Britan and various other former colonies abroad. That's less important, as it also marks my debut as the Sunday XI captain for my local team, Cookley CC.
I've scraped together a side and hopefully we'll be able to get 11 able bodied soldiers out there, to have a whack at the opposition, subject to weather conditions. I've also turned up at the league meeting and had to pay £173 for registration and 10 match balls. Now I'm no economist, but I think that's a little steep. Still, not to rock the boat, just pay the man, collect your balls and move on. Hopefully we'll save some and be able to use them for next year, who knows?
Right, here's a pic of the balls, which I now have to keep clean and undamaged for the next few months. I can only really finger four balls per hand, so that leaves two hard, spare, shiny red balls in the box, just in case. Okay, my puns aren't as funny as those on Futurama.