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!
I watched a shocking game of cricket earlier - Gloucestershire -v- Hampshire. Hampshire won in less than 8 overs, after Gloucestershire were all out for just 68 runs. It was just such bad batting - even worse than Somerset on a couple of occasions this season. I laughed. Actually, I laughed a lot. I especially laughed at Porterfield getting out because last night he was a horrible little cheat and didn't walk when the entire ground (apart from the umpires) saw that he was out.
I'm now going to watch Glamorgan -v- Essex, in Welsh. And I'm going to spend the evening eating the chicken dish which is cooking in the oven, drinking beer and wine, and eating a Belgian chocolate mousse type thing which mum bought me at Tesco earlier. Good times!
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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I've just this minute sat down to watch Yorkshire v Lancashire, and must ask a question: What the fuck are Yorkshire wearing???
Also, I found out why Worcestershire are wearing the camouflage. It's because they're raising money for Help For Heroes. I won't laugh at them next time I see them, now that I know that.
Right. I do believe it's time for pizza and beer!!
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