I dream of being in an earthquake. It's frightening but strangely exciting.
It seems incredible but the cricket season, that's to say the real cricket season, the test matches, starts today. as if on cue the glorious summer weather has gone and the rain is cascading down, bouncing like frozen peas on the decking. All predicted a week ago too. When I was a kid the weather forecast was hardly ever accurate for the following day. Now they hit the nail on the head 7 days away.
The rain relents and a new feature becomes evident. Within fifteen minutes of the rains stopping the covers are off and the toss is made. More rain,but we all get going after lunch. with so much morning rain, in my youth I am sure the whole day would have been lost.
New Zealand appear to have blown it, but the fabulous Macullum rescues them and they finish on 260 odd for 6.
England have abandoned one of cricket's finest traditions, the cable knit sweater, in favour of a brilliant day glow white cardie. It looks smart,but I did like those sweaters.
50,000 is the latest estimate from China. Awful scenes of devastation, truly dreadful, and the poor folk of Burma now left even more in isolation as the world turns to a later tragedy.
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