It's a day of reasonably guiltless laziness, spent mainly with my nose in this machine, with occasional reference to the bigger screen to check out on the onward march of the South Africans. J had talked of his time during military service in SA last night. It sounded bloody hard, but he also had the knack of making it sound a deeply worthwhile experience. Not sentiments I'd usually adhere to, but he had a very persuasive way about him. Having listened to him though it is not hard to understand the South Africans attitude to their game playing. It is no holds barred, and never say die for sure, and England having bowled forever at Lords are now facing a second solid day of it here for very little reward.
H buys a lovely piece of beef, which I feel I just overcook, but the dinner is lovely and we are joined by Dan's mate N. It's nice to see him developing a coterie of mates, and he is a frequent visitor to N's house. N is a slightly strange, very dry Californian, who is by no means unlikeable.
He discovers tonight that he likes Yorkshire pudding. It's "awesome" Well what else!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment