A dull day as I try and shake off what remains of Covid shit. It’s on the wane, although I felt disappointed that a walk to the end of the road yesterday meant I had to go back to bed again.
Sunday morning started with Robert Elms. He played The La’s There She Goes. Surely it’s about this time of the year where it gets re-released?
Tippa Irie was a great guest. Full of optimism with many stories to tell about the mid 80’s London reggae scene.
TfL emailed with news of what amounts to a fire sale. A decommissioned Northern Line Southbound platform sign - yours for £895.
Times are tough at TfL right now.
The rest of Sunday was spent in the garden. I’ve let it go for the past fortnight. The plan was to give it one almighty hack and tidy up. If the Covid shit wiped me out then at least my bed wasn’t far away.
I managed a full on five hours of pottering around. It helped having the Surrey commentary from downtown Welbeck in the AirPods.
I got a little carried away with the Surrey attack as I took on the bay tree. It ended up looking like a plant sculpture of the Elephant Man.
The garden was finished with an hour or so left to play away at Notts. I fired up the live stream to catch the climax.
What a finish! I bloody love the 50 over format - even if the rain only allowed for 40 overs a side today. Surrey had a miracle final over to win the game. This was one of the best cricket matches I have watched.
We switched to the Horrid Hundred early evening with the Invincibles playing. It was crap compared to the Metro Bank Cup.
Long live County Cricket.