Felt like a Saturday morning again although I’m sure most of you know it is a Friday. Nipped out at around eight thirty ish to Fosters for some protein and noticed workers streaming towards the County Hospital. Gotta keep the machinery of the National Health Service oiled and working. Having sourced the meat I followed up with a visit to Waitrose to purchase essential supplies not sold by Fosters. Belazu white wine condiment and other such useful storecupboard ingredients. Got a loaf of cheapo white sliced bread for thirty five pence. This is to use for the stuffing for the chichen that is going to be spit roasted on the bbq on Sunday.
Now in the shed supposedly on a conference call but the other party didn’t rock up so I am no longer on the conference call. Whilst I was waiting I dipped into Ancestry to browse the family tree and came across some interesting hints from someone else’s tree. Hints that went back a few generations. Unfortunately when I drilled into the hints they turned out to be drivel. People link ancestors based on very poor proof, adding sources that are clearly nothing to do with the person being studied. Ya gotta be clinical with this stuff.
Now waiting for THG to return from weight training so that we can take the campervan back to Coops’ garage. Next use is in three weeks time or so followed by the weekend of 13th September which is our Hannah’s wedding. Exciting times ahead.
Now tuning in to TMS for the second day of the fifth test. Going to be more rain apaz. We only need to draw this game so that ain’t too bad. Mind you Woakes has knackered his shoulder and is unlikely to be able to bowl any more. I might split some logs during the rain stop play periods, assuming the rain keeps to the Oval and doesn’t fall on Wragby Road, Lincoln.
Years ago I was at the Oval for the last game of the famous Flintoff Ashes series. We only needed a draw to regain the Ashes. After half an hour’s play it started to rain. The whole crowd cheered and went to the bar. We were sat in the debenture holders’ area and had a great bar with panoramic windows behind the bowler’s arm. Someone had just got the fourth round of beers in (there were four of us) when play started again and we took the beers back to our seats.
En route to the seats we attempted, out of curiosity, to go up a staircase but the steward wouldn’t let us up as it was the corporate hospitality area and we didn’t have the right badges.
When it was my turn to buy the next round I walked back past the staircase and the steward had gone so up I went. There was a guard at the top of the staircase who must have assumed the bloke at the bottom had let me through. I strode confidently up to the bar and, with my hand on a twenty pound note in my pocket, ordered two pints of lager and two pints of bitter. The barman gave me four pints and walked off. Result!
I called the others and we spent the whole of the rest of the day freeloading in the corporate hospitality area. The genuine guests were all dressed poshly but all I had was a pair of shorts, a VOIP tshirt and a leather Australian bush hat. I ended up having to get the drinks each time because one of the lads was refused service. We even had a lovely afternoon tea – smoked salmon sarnies, scones etc. None of the hospitality guests could fit any more food in having already had breakfast and a good lunch.
Happy days.