The One Hander

You asked for a "bloggle" on it, so here goes. Another successful victory for Aspen was completed this evening in fine fashion. A damaged Blunham pitch put us in a bit of trouble, including myself, but an assured 48 from Stretch Armstrong gave us a good total to defend. My batting as of late, (in this match and in the nets), hasn't been great due to the sheer fact I can't hold a bat properly. This damaged middle finger is doing worse than I first anticipated. Still a poor shot to get out though. I was annoyed. But I made up for it later on.

We made 133 off our 16 overs, definitely a competitive target on that pitch, and we were well on our way with a few early wickets before a 4th wicket partnership put them back in the game. Then, just as they started to look as if they may start pushing, Clarky bowled a short bunger that the batsman didn't connect with properly. It went in the air, sort of towards me at mid-off, but I never had any intention to even try and catch it. Then it kept coming, and it came some more, and I thought I may aswell have a go. I dived up and forward, leaping like the salmon I am, and somehow managed to hold on to it, one-handed, inches before it hit the ground. Before I knew it, I was swamped by teammates. It seemed the old mittens had done it again. I never do like to take all the plaudits simply for one moment, because the lanky moron batted well for his 48 and Clarky and co. bowled well. But I was delighted to live up to my rapturous reputation. We won comfortably and the new look Aspen side retain their 100% record for the season. Fantastic stuff!

So, I was in a good mood heading off to work. I had just about made it home from cricket in time and raced off to the same old place for what was bound to be another night of fun-filled action .. Yeah right! As soon as I got there, I got the instant feeling it was going to be a long one. My insticts weren't wrong, and it turned out to be incredibly busy. I dealt with the pressure well, except for one small mistake, that the manager pounced on in the morning, and I got a bit of a bollocking for it. I accidentally left one tray of fresh produce outside the chiller.. I was that busy I forgot about it.. But I felt it was a little harsh none the less.. Another lesson learnt I suppose. Maybe this is what work is all about. When you feel as if things are going well, one thing happens and you're back at square one. Do Not Pass Go. Do Not Collect £200.

Besides, I've got the night off tomorrow, due to having front-row centre tickets to see one of the greatest comics of the time, Mr. Dara O'Briain. I can't wait for that. Then back to work on Saturday night, with the brick wall. That is going to be impossible. And very tiring... I don't want to..

One more thing before I go. The effects of the past couple of years ... the depression and the bad times don't seem to be affecting me anymore. I still feel it trying to break through, but I am that used to it, I know how to channel it into something a little more positive. I don't let it get me down as much as I used to. I fight it.

Bye x

Bye x