It's a miserable morning, I have a streaming cold and I was woken this morning by a bulletin from Adelaide. All I want to do is put my heads under the blankets. This being impossible, I am left to fall back on the one remaining crumb of comfort: there is no-one now who can look out at the rain and gales and order me to play rugby.
For small mercies oh Lord...
Oh dear, oh dear.
ReplyDeleteIs this England's 1981?
Sob! At least Warne is 102 next year.
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