just not cricket

I cycled to work today, having missed a couple of days due to brain stuff. On that subject, if I was in charge of reception at an MRI scanning facility, I'd have "if I only had a brain" piped over the stereo. Beware of crappy bontempi music behind that link. Anyway, I had the feeling that I looked far more the part today with my new backpack and in my new shoes. Those shoes, incidentally, took me on what was going to be a gentle lap of the park on Sunday that turned out to be my second best time. They are about half a size too small for running in, but at a push I'll do 30mins, especially if it pisses down with rain and I'll be trudging through the sort of mud that demands off roaders. Anyway, as I was fairly certain that England would get a draw from the second Ashes test, I chose to wear my England football shirt. The one I wore when last in a foreign land where and while England's sportsmen were being put to the test.

So as I leave my desk for my lunch break, via a building evacuation drill (19th floor not so great for that), I see England are 88-5. Bollocks. More bollocks after lunch when we reach a we-are-almost-certainly-going-to-lose 120-9. Warne starting to fire or the oh-so-English batting collapse? Don't know, I just have the numbers. Bollocks. However, the heart is looking forward to an heroic last wicket stand and then, should we bowl again, some magnificant attacking bowling. The sort you get from, say, Austrlia. Well that's it for the last wicket stand. D'oh!

I stayed in to watch the test end and then headed out for a run while Ket did the girls hair. I felt good and not wanting to miss the opportunity to get a few miles in I did 65 minutes and then some stretching. Noticed that all the large bats or friut bats or flying foxes or whatever they are fly in pretty much the same direction, west to east over Queens Park. There are also smaller bats that zap around and head back into the trees as the bigger ones pass overhead.

The other thing is a bah-humbug whine. Over the top Christmas lights. Just stop it. They are not funny or cool or clever or anything other than a waste of electricity, unless you are using that power to let me know beyond a shadow of a doubvt that you are a twat. Bah humbug.