Saturday 8th January 2010

Weekend.

Saturday.

FA cup weekend.

NFL Wild card weekend.

England win the Ashes.

In Australia!

Ipswich sack Roy Keane!!

Burnley try to pack Paul Lambert (boo)

Norwich say 'NO!'

Lambo aslo says 'NO!!'

YAY!!!!!!

And apart from all this sporting malarkey, it has been back to work as well. At least we had another bank holiday on Monday, so it did mean a four day week before the weekend rolls round again. So, four days done, up to date with work, and now preparing FIVE powerpoint presentations to bore future employees. Oh, after a lifetime of death by powerpoint presentations, it will soon be my turn, mwah, ha, ha!

And that really is it for work; at home we had an evening of pension talk as we try to make sense of our pension provisions with an expert, who says he can save us possibly hundreds of pounds a month in insurance premiums.

And yesterday we took the kittens to the vet for their 'operations'. We have wondered if it was the right thing to do, but a few minutes after their return, they were bouncing around as much as they have ever done, and they don't seem to be looking at us with looks of betrayal.

And so, the weekend. High tide is at half one, and there is a strong wind blowing, and so we may head down to the bay to have a look at the rollers,. And there just happens to be a pub down there, and so we may go in to check their beer. I am a quality expert, after all.

I guess one line relating to England's triumph down under is not enough; seeing as it seems to be a once in a quarter century event. Doubly so that each of England's three victories came with an innings defeat of the old enemy. The only blot on the whole series was one test defeat in the 3rd test.
Of course, I could go on here about what cricket is, the complex rules, how come it takes 5 days to complete a game, even then the match might end in a draw. Still, dressing whites, breaks for drinks and tea, good manners, walking when the batsman is out. A game that has to stop at the hint of rain, played on a strip of dead grass 22 yards long. Oh, I could go on. But, when it's good, it's wonderful. And especially when the Australian captain says the English can't bat on Aussie wickets.

So, I awoke each morning for the duration of the five tests, turned on the radio at half five in the morning to find the latest score. Even having the radio on through the night so I could hear the moment when the Ashes were retained. That I slept through the moment is another thing; but I was there in spirit.