Speaking of points arrived at, we’ve got to a significant one as far as day by day updates at The LHoC Sports Desk are concerned. With nine days to go until we head off to Townsville to collect visitors from Japan there’s a swag of work that needs to be done around the yard, and I’m disinclined to devote the whole of the morning walk and the hour and a half thereafter to a lengthy analysis of what’s gone down in the Test arena.
Sunday morning is an opportunity for two to two-and-a-half hours in the garden, so a lengthy analysis of tonight’s play, which may well wrap up proceedings at Lords (granted, things may go into Day Four, but the result has already become as close to definite as you’re going to get) may not be forthcoming on the morrow.
Monday? Who knows? There’ll probably need to be another hour and a half outside, so I don’t like the chances.
The visitors’ stay will take us through Old Trafford, and the associated social itinerary will mean limited opportunities for late night viewing, and I’m disinclined to risk the possibility of offending polite people by cursing and throwing things at TV sets, so the viewing will be further curtailed, to the point where it might not happen at all.
Silence at this end, in other words, can’t be totally interpreted as a dummy spit, though I must admit, visitors or no visitors, the pacifier is rather delicately poised at the moment. Sunday morning is an opportunity for two to two-and-a-half hours in the garden, so a lengthy analysis of tonight’s play, which may well wrap up proceedings at Lords (granted, things may go into Day Four, but the result has already become as close to definite as you’re going to get) may not be forthcoming on the morrow.
Monday? Who knows? There’ll probably need to be another hour and a half outside, so I don’t like the chances.
The visitors’ stay will take us through Old Trafford, and the associated social itinerary will mean limited opportunities for late night viewing, and I’m disinclined to risk the possibility of offending polite people by cursing and throwing things at TV sets, so the viewing will be further curtailed, to the point where it might not happen at all.
Silence at this end, in other words, can’t be totally interpreted as a dummy spit, though I must admit, visitors or no visitors, the pacifier is rather delicately poised at the moment.