I don’t mean old in the sense of ancient etc, but in the sense of playing organised sport. I turned out for the village cricket team again yesterday afternoon. Whilst cricket is considered by some to be something of a genteel sport, when fielding, the running to chase a ball down repeatedly in an afternoon is hard work. My legs are complaining bitterly this morning. To the point where I am thinking that I am really too old to be doing such things.

It didn’t help that we lost. We were playing Aylesbury, and it was relatively close, we lost by 3 wickets in the end. I didn’t get to bat until the last over of our innings. I scored 2 from the first ball, and was then out on the second ball – I was trying a big hit and missed

Tricia enjoyed her weekend away. She is off to Gatwick airport today to pick Nicola and her friend up. It was a busy weekend, with a mixture of gardening. finishing the creosoting, and painting the ceiling of the hallway / stairwell / landing.

It did occur to me whilst up the ladder, trying to paint the stairwell ceiling, that it wasn’t a good idea to be balanced precariously as I was, whilst only Ellie was in the house. But I didn’t fall off, so I suppose that’s alright then.