Mocha Flavoured Vomit

I was re-stocking crisps tonight.. how fun... but when I picked up the brand new crate of salt and pepper kettle crisps, I had a mini-sick, mocha tasting. Yeah..

Anyway, I am in a pensieve mood this morning. A very dull, boring and long shift made longer by an annoying manager keeping us till 6:35am pointing out our problems while saying, "You've done an excellent job". It's good to get a compliment from time to time but to mix it in with complaints about what is now a ridiculously busy shift, (just not tonight..), is a bit contradicting. Still, home now, and I'm almost ready for my bed.

Earlier, Aspen CC embarked on their latest journey up at Sharnbrook. A cup match against a team 3 divisions above us, surely there must only be one result? We were put into bat on a farm of a pitch and made a rather conservative score of 98, but that turned out to be good on a pitch that turned into what looked like a sewer in the 2nd innings. My mittens took a complete battering, as I took 3 out of 5 catches. All the ones I catched were dollies or moderately skied, but the 2 I missed I was disappointed with, for different reasons.

The first one, off Watty's bowling was skied so high it literally went into orbit. I positioned myself under it after one of the loudest calls ever heard, and it just wasn't coming down. By the time it got to me, I might have fallen asleep and made a fairly poor attempt. I was disappointed because I wanted to see Watty get a deserved wicket! I then made my other 3 catches fairly simply before a 2nd drop, which was greeted with complete mentalness from my teammates. A lower order batsman middled a cover drive, uppish, and I was nowhere near it. Until I had dived full length one-handed to my left, and somehow got a hand to it. I pretty much had it but it just plopped out.. I was gutted! I had missed out on some glory, which I absolutely love. We won though, fairly comfortably as Sharnbrook collapsed in spectacular fashion, and our unbeaten midweek run continued.

I just about made it to work on time, and for the whole night I have felt a searing pain in my little finger on my left hand. It's not broken but it bloody well hurts, probably hurt during that one-handed effort. Body on the line stuff.

Time for bed I think. I can feel my eyes starting to close...

Cya x