Although England are doing their very best to stuff things up and let the Aussies keep the Ashes, in other parts of the country,** things are looking a little more fiery. Last weekend, Andy took five wickets in quick succession in a league match (so now we no longer languish near the bottom). It was a joyous occasion, though I heard a very rude comment indeed from one disgruntled batsman as he sulked off, dismissed. It was unrepeatable in polite society, so I won't share it. Co-incidentally, the T.Gherken just above him is the chap being roundly (but amicably) abused by our lot in the little video I posted a few weeks ago.
Despite the poor opinion of his victims, Andy came in at number nine in the bowling table this week. He was also headline news in the back pages of the local gazette, though they spelled his name wrong and that is not him in the photo. And I discovered for the first time in 12 years that he is a seamer, which shows how much notice I take of anything.
In the midst of the hurly-burly I managed to combine a few of my favourite activities; bit of beer, bit of chat with friends, bit of cricket watching, bit of needle felting...
One little chicken on it's way to America...
One little chicken on it's way to a birthday girl...
One little five-wicket-taking match ball, snaffled for posterity.
**EDIT - apologies to England, you played a blinder this afternoon.
