Most politely and using the tone that I think is just appropriate my phone is back in the business of reminding me of what has to be done and when and patiently wait for another ten minutes before letting out yet another gentle reminder of the task undone. So the year couldn't help but take an energetic start because getting things done does that to you. And at the moment the plan is to let this state of unstable equilibrium persist and not perturb it with thoughts like 'Life is not all about getting things done. What about look out of the window and stare at the bumble bee, buzzing its way into the hollow of a broken branch to take a short rest before taking a bumbling flight into nowhere' and all that crap.
Cricket front has been excruciating painful lately, just last night I was arguing with father that the series so far hasn't been half as bad as he is making it out to be and of course Clarke and Ponting chose to slap three centuries on my face today. To the big man: what is with this leaving the ball and yet connecting! Happened at least three times in the limited time I saw. And getting bowled! Is something weighing on the mind, I hope not a ton! The only good cricket news has been "Amma, we finally played cricket in school today." "Oh, they allowed?" "No, we just used the volleyball as the ball and our leg as the bat". There you go, we have resourceful cricketers in the making. If there are any worries then they are the discouragement these budding cricketers meet from parents who have had enough of the imaginary matches that take place in the house. They are tired of hearing the ball bouncing of the walls, followed by a screeching appeal which if met by the imaginary finger going up is duly celebrated with fist pumping and all the offensive gesturing but when the appeals are turned down much glaring at the umpire takes place. Sometimes for close calls the UDRS is invoked and then the replay is played. Oh things can get pretty intense out here. Some times the said parents are not half as bad as they can be, they sit at the dining table, apparently busy with their tea etc. pass each other an approving glance at the extraordinary catch that was taken and enjoy the imaginary game immensely. Until the reminder sets off.........
Cricket front has been excruciating painful lately, just last night I was arguing with father that the series so far hasn't been half as bad as he is making it out to be and of course Clarke and Ponting chose to slap three centuries on my face today. To the big man: what is with this leaving the ball and yet connecting! Happened at least three times in the limited time I saw. And getting bowled! Is something weighing on the mind, I hope not a ton! The only good cricket news has been "Amma, we finally played cricket in school today." "Oh, they allowed?" "No, we just used the volleyball as the ball and our leg as the bat". There you go, we have resourceful cricketers in the making. If there are any worries then they are the discouragement these budding cricketers meet from parents who have had enough of the imaginary matches that take place in the house. They are tired of hearing the ball bouncing of the walls, followed by a screeching appeal which if met by the imaginary finger going up is duly celebrated with fist pumping and all the offensive gesturing but when the appeals are turned down much glaring at the umpire takes place. Sometimes for close calls the UDRS is invoked and then the replay is played. Oh things can get pretty intense out here. Some times the said parents are not half as bad as they can be, they sit at the dining table, apparently busy with their tea etc. pass each other an approving glance at the extraordinary catch that was taken and enjoy the imaginary game immensely. Until the reminder sets off.........
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