Yesterday was the annual visit to the cricket. Sadly the Hogbin-Haney's were away, the Taylors were tied up with bathroom type stuff and Dad Kent was watching cows in the Lake District, else it could have been quite a party this year!
Anyway, Nik and I packed our picnic and trotted off to the bus stop. Getting the bus over has become part of the tradition in the last few years and each year I marvel at the expense of it. This year is no exception.
I worry every time I take someone new along to the ground that I build it up and they will be disappointed. Cricket is not a sport for everyone and there is a lot to pick up and understand if you are new to it. It can also be slow moving, even one-day fixtures. So taking my lovely Nik along was a risk! Thankfully the sun came out, even enough to have given us yet more pink cheeks and shoulders, the cold drinks were free flowing and a good Kent win lead to a very enjoyable day for me, made all the better for having Nik there this year. There were smiles all round so I hope he enjoyed it too.
On the downside however, I do not know what it is about Nik and I that means that everywhere we go lately we get the idiots behind us. At the cinema, when there were no more than 30 people there, we got the ones behind us who talked and kicked the back of our seats. There are plenty of empty seats why sit behind us! At the cricket yesterday, three people sat behind us, none of whom had ever seen a game of cricket in their life, one who didn't want to be there and asked 'Are we there yet?' equivalent questions through the entire first innings and one who had that snivelling laugh like something from The League of Gentlemen! All three seemed unable to control their legs and constantly kicked our seats and being grown adults (bankers) did it more when I said something. Sorry are you children? Grrr. They managed to get things so wrong when pretending to speak with authority it was amazing. Sight screens being missing for example, snivelling man claimed that they were supposed to be there but were not and that somehow KCCC had it wrong. It is a white ball, therefore a white sight screen would be rather useless would it not? Notice the huge black screens at either end? Is there a clue there? Their doughnut conversation which was loud enough to be heard at the wicket, lasted for a good half a hour and they managed to get 'super noodles' into a sentence upwards of 5 times at one point! We assumed they were students, alas no, they worked in a bank. In addition to the irritating trio, people with giant big heads kept sitting in front of us. There are empty seats to either side, why not sit to the side? Noooooo. we will take our giant big heads and put them right in front of you thank-you very much!
It is a good job the sun was out, the drinks were flowing, the cricket was lively and I had such good company, thanks angel!.
