Sunday, sunday

Following another thrashing at the cricket yesterday, Bangladesh and Verwood have a good deal in common. We played at Brockenhurst in lovely sunshine after the first hour or so. We were awful three weeks ago in our first league game of the season so I was really pleased when this guy from the opposition said to me they'd played two weeks ago and thrashed this side, Camelot, who weren't fit to even play their second team. He couldn't have known much about us as he continued saying they scored an abject 60 something which would be a winning total against us right now. Actually it wasn't that bad as we stormed to 72 all out. Given I was third top scorer with 7, you won't need to know much more about the hopeless effort put in by all.

So today was an at home day with cutting the hedges the highlight! Mind you I got to use our new shredder afterwards and that made all the difference once I'd got it working a mere hour later. Oh and reset it every five minutes of course as it got jammed. And noticed the pile of shredded material resembled the pile of unshredded material waiting to be shredded. It wasn't very good in other words.

But, and this is important, I did persevere with the result that it actually got going in the end and produced some fine results. I just need to be more patient, jamming it full of trimmings does not encourage it to perform well. Like so many labour saving devices, it has a will of its own and a desire to be treated like royalty after which it may decide, if you are lucky, to do a little bit of work. Nothing like as quick as taking the rubbish to the tip and nothing like as much fun as burning it in a huge conflagration the neighbouring villages can see, but ultimately satisfying because you've negotiated successfully with a few bits of metal surrounded by lots of plastic and electricity engineered with the personality of a sulky 14 year old who is too lazy to get up and reacts badly to any challenge.

Nevertheless the garden does look good and there are a few photos to attach of some stunning flowers as well as another of Maisie the Pomeranian fluffball.

Congrats to Paul Sturrock too. I knew he was a good manager and now he gets to play Saints and Plymouth. God for him I say.

Joke of the day - I had the family round for some entertainment last night and wanted to make sure they enjoyed themselves. I got Titanic on DVD out for them. Went down a treat.

I'm here all week.