A day of bat and ball and BOOZE.
But first an Estuary Wilds run.
We had an 8am train to catch back to London. And so no time for Park Run. I legged it around the estuary and back over towards Alresford instead.
It was quiet and still shortly before 7am. I didn’t encounter a single person out along the river. I startled myself with some heavy breathing.
Steady the buffers.
It was then a tight turn around to get cleaned up and looking semi-respectable for day out at Lord’s.
Daisy didn’t help. We were both on schedule until she brought a bloody frog in. She delivered it to Anna, who was sitting down in the smallest room at the time.
Oh dear.
The train journey back to LS was a pain. Some good owd Essex boys were boring the arse off me with their oh so hilarious bants.
We shifted carriage.
Anna’s bants meanwhile was a serious conversation about the years ahead and possible stairlifts.
WAY TO GO, girl.
The Chelmsford Park Run came into view as we passed through. It is a rarity that I miss a Park Run wherever I am on a Saturday morning. The Chelmsford gathering looked huge.
A quick dash across town and we made it to St John’s Wood for a rendez vous with Honest Rich from the Fair City.
Lord’s was looking LOVELY. We watched the players go through their warm up as I carried out my only silly stretching routine.
And then the cricket.
Oh dear.
It was a tale of missed opportunities and some key drops for both innings. None of these were on par with my dropped pork pie, as Honest Rich later pointed out.
We spoke to the skipper as he reflects on the tough loss to Nottinghamshire today in the final.
Commiserations to all the lads.😞 pic.twitter.com/mAP5XbdWFB
— Surrey Cricket (@surreycricket) July 1, 2017
And so three consecutive finals at HQ for Surrey, and three consecutive defeats.
We were gracious enough to hang around to see Notts lift the trophy.
The train journey back to *over there* was a drag: hungover and a little over heated.The final destination didn’t exactly do much to lift my spirits either.
Dotty and Daisy were waiting at the other end.
Plus plenty of tea slurping for the recuperation.
C’mon the ‘rrey!
I think…