It's Just Not Cricket

Evening all.

Sort of thought today would be a bit quiet (ish) due to a very heavy meeting with a suit dressed inappropriately in a festive jumper which went on for ages and as usual, resolved nothing.

Had planned to spend the afternoon in the pavilion having retired hurt, but instead, found myself winging my way to Buxton as the sun too, tucked its bat under its arm and headed off the field at the end of the day's play,

and that would probably be a sensible place to leave that analogy, because, apart from anything else, I have Christmas cards that need my attention.

night all


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