Weather forecasts - what's the point of them?
All week, I've been checking the forecast for Taunton today and it's said it would be dry, warm and sunny. All bloody week. And now, on the day in question, that forecast has been revised somewhat and we're due to have a mixture of light rain and showers. FFS!
Weather forecasts - what's the point of them?
Anyway, this lunchtime I've been able to log in - huzzah! And so here's an updatey type thing!
Dexter had his operation this morning and mum has just phoned to say that the vet rang and he's fine. They've taken biopsies from both sides where his little sacs used to be, and because the vet is on holiday after tomorrow for a week, she's asked for the results to come back before she goes. That would suit me, because otherwise we won't know anything until after we get back from Mallorca, which is three weeks away! She also said she thought the lump had gone down, but she wasn't sure. They took an x-ray of his stomach to check his lymph glands and that was clear. And they've cut some mats out of the back of his ears. Oh, and they've also arrange a refund for the £50 we shelled out when I had to take him back on the Sunday after the dippy trout on the Saturday failed to spot what the actual problem was. He's awake again now but a bit woozy (although he is sitting up) and so mum has to ring again in a couple of hours to find out when we can fetch him home.
So that's Dexter. What else has been going on?
Oh, well it was a long time ago now but I had the most awesome time last weekend!
It started with a half-day off work on the Friday, and we went up to Taunton to watch Somerset v Sussex. I really didn't expect that we'd get anything out of that game because Sussex are so good, but we actually won by six wickets and with relative ease. It was brilliant! Also, for the second year running we found ourselves in the same hotel as the Sussex boys! We spotted a few of them, including Hodd, Keegan (complete with comedy hair), Smith and Martin-Jenkins, in the hotel's reception when we first arrived and then mum told them not to play too well. And it seems like they listened to her, hehe! We'd had lunch in Brazz beforehand and it was really filling so I wasn't all that hungry but we still headed off to Prezzo after the game and had a meal in there. I also had throughout the day quite a lot of lager, some wine and then gin and tonic back at the hotel, and so I wasn't surprised to wake on Saturday morning with something of a hangover!
Mum got up before me and made her way off to Swansea, where she had to go to some carnival or other in the afternoon, and then I very gingerly got myself moving and then caught the train up to Cardiff, where I met up with Chen and Sarah. We were at the SWALEC (which is actually pronounced 'SWALEC' and not 'SWALEC', as I'd previously thought) and we sat in the sunshine watching Glamorgan make fairly easy work of beating Middlesex. There was much perving (especially over Gareth Rees and Mark Wallace and Tyron Henderson with his shirt off), lots of flag waving, a huge amount of giggling and just lots and lots of fun. Oh, and there was also a fair amount of squeeing when Neil Dexter was forced to admit that he didn't really know what he was supposed to do with the team sheet at the toss. After the game, we went around to the reception and Scott Dynamo got his photo taken with a few of the Middlsex boys, including Tyron Henderson (now sadly wearing his shirt), Tim Murtagh (Chen had to hold his Prada sunglasses!) and Dawid Malan (who asked if they wanted him to "hold the teddy"). The only person who refused was Jamie Miserablepants Dalrymple, who announced in a very snooty voice "I'm sorry, I don't do photographs with bears". Wanker.
On Saturday night, Chen and Sarah made their way into central Cardiff and we had a huge meal at the Hard Rock Café before going to the hotel where I was staying and having a quick drink in there and then sadly it was time for them to leave.
On Sunday morning I treated myself to a stonking breakfast in my room (despite my promise the previous night that I was never going to be eating again - ever), and then hung around and did some writing before catching a train to Bristol. I found my hotel, which wasn't too far from the train station and spent some time lying under the air conditioning unit, cooling off, before making my way to the ground. Gloucestershire managed to beat Middlesex, but you wouldn't have known it from the crowd's reaction. Seriously, they're all so quiet! There's just no atmosphere there at all, it's a really strange place. Maybe Dalrymple should play there instead of at Glamorgan - they're all miserable enough for him, surely...
After the game I got a taxi back to the hotel and had a shower before going down to the restaurant and enjoying a cheese and ham toastie and some wine. I then got a relatively early night for once!
On Monday morning I once again had breakfast in my room (but it wasn't as nice as the one in Cardiff, which was a shame) and then did some writing and some reading before checking out of the hotel and making my way to a nearby park, where I sat in the sunshine and then, when the sun became too hot, I sat in the shade. All the time I was reading The Lost Daughter by Diane Chamberlain, which I think is my favourite book of the year so far.
After a while, I had to go off to get my train, which turned out to be delayed by about 25 minutes. I don't know why it was so late getting into Temple Meads, but then we lost even more time on the way down to Taunton because of a line-side fire, which was literally right next to the tracks! Eek!
But eventually I got there and mum fetched me from the station, and we went off to watch Somerset beat Glamorgan. At the time, I'd been a bit anxious and thought it was fairly close, but having watched the highlights last night, we actually won at a canter! We're now up into third spot so hopefully we can keep the wins coming and qualify for the quarter finals!
Since Monday I haven't done much apart from be at work, mostly sweltering due to the air conditioning failing, but today feeling a bit cold because it's now been fixed and the weather's gone wrong. I'm hoping this is no more than a temporary blip and that we'll soon be back to the balmy temperatures that I was so happily getting used to!
Anyway, that's me up to date. Time to go and do a bit more of that werk type stuff now, I think!
Wow, what a game that was! After the batting collapse of Wednesday evening I didn't think we had much chance, and when Marcus and Nick Compton got out early doors, I thought our task was hopeless. But it ended up being the Zander and Kieron show - Kieron got 54 from 25 balls and Zander finished on 95 not out, off 49 balls! It was just awesome batting - a real treat! Oh, and Tregs took a stunning catch as well! Good times!!
We're just on the way home now - just past Haldon Hill, so another 40 minutes should hopefully do it. I'm tempted to have KFC when we get back to Plymouth...
One thing I will be having is a glass or two of wine, because beating Gloucestershire is something that must be celebrated!!
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It's been a good day for cricket, actually. England beat Bangladesh by a ludicrously big margin earlier on, after dismissing the entire team in just one session. Good stuff!
Actually, it's been a good day for sport because Rafael Nadal and his sexy arms won the French Open. Huzzah!!!
What else...? Oh, my new iPod rocks. I have bunged a load of episodes of Modern Family on it, together with some new playlists, and I was enjoying listening to it while I was cooking dinner (tuna quiche), but I don't think the neighbours were too appreciative when mum and I started singing along to Miley Cyrus! Also, what's with her speaking voice? She sounds like one of Marge Simpons's sisters!
Anyway, dinner's just about done so I'm going to go and dish that up and then spend the evening catching up with some Sky+ stuff, and maybe doing a bit of writing because I didn't do very much earlier on due to iPod excitement!
In other news, I have been to the hell that is Tesco on a Sunday morning and have stocked up with healthy food. I MUST get back on the Slimming World plan before I go away to Mallorca in LESS THAN FIVE WEEKS' TIME, otherwise I will not fit into any of my clothes and I will make such a splash when I jump into the pool that all the water will come out. Neither of these would be good things.
Also, Warwickshire need 312 to beat Somerset. Which means it's squeaky bum time in our house!
Right, I'm now going to do some writing whilst waiting to see whether they get any play at Old Trafford today...
I'm just on a quick break from some hard sunbathing to print off details of the hotel where we're staying tonight and I thought I'd update this at the same time.
We're off to Bath later this afternoon, as it's time for Somerset's annual game there. This year, we're playing Worcestershire. They're bottom of the 40 league having lost all their games so far. We're top, having won all of ours. What's the beginning we get a pasting? Still, whatever the result it should be a good day out in the sunshine, and best of all, Harriet is coming along so we'll have great company as well!
And now I'm going to make myself a sandwich and return to the sunbathing. Huzzah!
But... Most people learn from their mistakes, and tend not to make the exact same one twice.
Not so Yorkshire CCC.
Let's do one of those wavy things for a minute that indicates passage of time...
Okay, so... Picture the scene - it's Friday, 3rd July 2009. Somerset and Yorkshire are playing the final day of their County Championship game at Taunton, the weather isn't too clever and there isn't a huge amount of time left in the day. It seems that the only result will be a draw. Yorkshire are in their second innings, and they decide to declare on 363-5, thus setting Somerset a seemingly unachievable target of 476 to win the game. No-one thought Somerset stood a chance of chasing that down, but chase it down they did, and pulled off a stunning victory that made me laugh and bounce and cheer a lot.
Now, fast forward to today. It's day four of the Championship game between Somerset and Yorkshire at Taunton, and Yorkshire are batting in their second innings and are on 333-4 when they decided they'd scored enough runs to make the game safe and decided to declare just before lunch. I'm assuming that they thought they might manage to take a few quick wickets and snatch the victory, but Somerset had other ideas and thanks to half centuries from Marcus and Nick Compton plus 93 from Mr de Bruyn and a 70 ball 102 not out from Hildy, Somerset pulled off another victory, this time by 6 wickets!! Oh, and special mention must go to Jos Buttler for his 31 off 17 balls. That lad is a star!
So after me deciding this morning that the game was definitely going to be a draw, I'm really rather chuffed to see that Yorkshire have managed to throw it away for the second season in succession. That's a pretty stonking way to get the first win of the season, I reckon!
Something else that's making me smile this evening is the promise of fish and chips for dinner. I texted mum this afternoon with the words "fish and chips...?" and she replied and said no, she'd put something in the crock pot this morning (she's been up at Auntie Elsie's today), but we could have fish and chips tomorrow instead. And then she texted again a while later to say she'd managed to flick off the power switch which controls the socket into which the crock pot was plugged, and so dinner hadn't even begun cooking. So we're having fish and chips tonight instead of tomorrow. Huzzah!!!
Yesterday we headed up to Taunton for our game against Sussex, which was on Sky. We don't always do so well on Sky or against Sussex, so we weren't expecting an easy game. And when Sussex posted a score of 291, we really thought we were up against it. We didn't get off to the best start - we were 23-1 and then 23-2, but Marcus batted really well and made a half century before getting out, which left us 87-3 and well behind the required rate. And when Zander got out long long after, we were in trouble. But after that, it was the Jos and Hildy show. They were just so awesome. They put on a total of 158 between them and Jos ended up getting 69 off 53, while Hildy made 100 from just 66 balls. I was using my phone to check the required run rate (because I'm sad like that) and with about 10 overs to go, we needed 8.5. Then, it was down to 7.5. Then, just below 7. Then, 6. Then 5, and so on and so on. Hildy was in the high 90s for a while and I'm sure the reason Pete got out was that he was trying so hard not to score a boundary because it would have meant the end of the game and he wanted him to get a century, and then Damien Wright blocked a few shots so that Hildy had the strike again, and he ended up 100 not out and we won by 4 wickets. That's all 4 of our one day games we've won now - fantastic! We're at Bath against Worcestershire next weekend - I'm just trying to find a hotel in central Bath that allows dogs and has parking so that we can go!
The only downside of yesterday's game was that it was Damien Wright's last game. He's been with us while we were waiting for Murali Kartik to join, and he's done a really good job with the ball and has scored handy runs down the order. And he seems a really nice bloke, as well. So I'm sorry to see him go, but Murali Kartik is now here, and hopefully he'll do a good job for us. I'd love to see Wright back at some point, though.
The weather was kind yesterday as well. We sat in the Marcus Trescothick stand and although it was cool when the sun went around behind the apartments, when we were in the sun it was really pleasant and half of my face is a bit sunburnt because we didn't put any lotion on - whoops!
We had a good trip back from Taunton and then had something of an indoor picnic consisting of cheese sarnies, crisps, chocolate, beer and wine whilst catching up on some stuff on Sky+. Good times!
Anyway, that was yesterday...
This morning I had a proper lie-in. I woke briefly at around 7.00am but then went back to sleep until gone 9.00am and I didn't actually climb out of bed until just gone 11.00am! Shocking!
After walking Teh Dogge (in the rain - boo) I had to face the madness that is Tesco on a Sunday morning, and then I watched a bit of Leicestershire v Scotland before the T20 World Cup Final started.
We won the toss and bowled first and started off so well, but then the Aussies came back into it and Cameron White and David Hussey got them right back into it. If someone had said to me before the game that we'd be chasing 148 to win I'd have taken that, but having had them at 8-3 and 45-4, I was wondering if we'd let it slip a little. I shouldn't have worried though. Lumb went quite cheaply but then Craig and KP put on an awesome partnership and even though they both got out, England won with relative ease. (I can say that now - I wasn't relaxed at the time, though!). Craig top scored with 63 and was man of the match, and we won by 7 wickets with 3 overs to spare. Awesome stuff. Seriously, just awesome! I am so, so chuffed and so proud of how Craig has performed for England in this tournament. Great things await him, of that I'm sure!
With apologies in advance to the Aussies on my f-list, I must just say this. When Australia beat Pakistan in the semi-final on Friday I was really disappointed but now I'm glad we had them in the final because it makes the win that much more satisfying!
So that was my weekend. I am now going to spend the rest of the evening drinking wine, eating a chocolate tart and watching Junior Apprentice.
All together now... HUZZAH!!!!!!
All bar one of the county championship games at Taunton start on either a Monday or a Tuesday which means that if I'm lucky, I'll get to see two days of championship cricket.
The Pro40 games aren't too bad but the T20 ones all start at 11.00am now and that means I'll have to take a whole day off work instead of just a half day (that's if I'm able to and other people aren't off, which of course isn't guaranteed). This, coupled with the leave I'll need to take for actual holidays, means I'll have just 4.5 days left to use up throughout the rest of the year, and this in turn means I won't get Christmas off again next year. And also, what about games on Sky in the evenings? Unless the start times are going to be changed in conjunction with Sky, there won't even be any games to watch on telly!
What a big, fat, stinking rip-off.
Still, I won't get caught like this again. Next year, I won't be buying membership and I'll just go along as and when. So there. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, Giles Fucking Clarke (don't know if that's his actual middle name, btw - but it doesn't half suit him).