Chilly
The year is turning. I was exceedingly chilly about the (bare) toes and neck this afternoon while waiting for a bus.
Melancholy day for cricket lovers. I daresay it sounds trivial stuff if you don't care about the game, not least because of all the other horror going on in Pakistan. But if the allegations are true there are sadnesses all round. A brilliant 18 year old has destroyed his career before it began. The suspicion of Pakistan's cricketers which has rumbled for ages may turn out to be justified way back into the past, tainting many years of sport. Which matters in a sport that lives on cumulative statistics. And all the efforts that have been made to keep Pakistani international cricket alive since the terrorist attacks on touring Sri Lankans made it impossible for overseas teams to tour - what was the point of that, if they aren't playing clean sport?
I was supposed to be having a lengthy shopping trip with a breast-feeding friend today, trying to find her a decent yet easy-access dress that fits, in time for a wedding next month. But she has recurrent mastitis (third time's the... really lousy time?), and I was duly stood up.
Indulged myself by going to see Inception instead. Fun. Not maybe as clever as the rumours suggested, but I liked the clarity it brings to running multiple simultaneous plot lines. I just wish it was a little shorter, or else they'd put in a bathroom break... most uncomfortable by the time we'd been in there over 150 minutes, but I just couldn't find a good time to pop out!
One more day at home, and then I'm off to a conference for the week. Which is a good professional opportunity blah blah but yet another few days away from home. Still, it's in Manchester, so I get to see one of my oldest friends for a long catch up before conference, and the office pays my train fare.
Melancholy day for cricket lovers. I daresay it sounds trivial stuff if you don't care about the game, not least because of all the other horror going on in Pakistan. But if the allegations are true there are sadnesses all round. A brilliant 18 year old has destroyed his career before it began. The suspicion of Pakistan's cricketers which has rumbled for ages may turn out to be justified way back into the past, tainting many years of sport. Which matters in a sport that lives on cumulative statistics. And all the efforts that have been made to keep Pakistani international cricket alive since the terrorist attacks on touring Sri Lankans made it impossible for overseas teams to tour - what was the point of that, if they aren't playing clean sport?
I was supposed to be having a lengthy shopping trip with a breast-feeding friend today, trying to find her a decent yet easy-access dress that fits, in time for a wedding next month. But she has recurrent mastitis (third time's the... really lousy time?), and I was duly stood up.
Indulged myself by going to see Inception instead. Fun. Not maybe as clever as the rumours suggested, but I liked the clarity it brings to running multiple simultaneous plot lines. I just wish it was a little shorter, or else they'd put in a bathroom break... most uncomfortable by the time we'd been in there over 150 minutes, but I just couldn't find a good time to pop out!
One more day at home, and then I'm off to a conference for the week. Which is a good professional opportunity blah blah but yet another few days away from home. Still, it's in Manchester, so I get to see one of my oldest friends for a long catch up before conference, and the office pays my train fare.