Last gasp

The final match of the league tonight saw me nose-sidelined and sitting on a bench as a spectator. It didn't stop me from subtly joining in the tennis tea; it was difficult not to when this pavlova was gazing at me seductively in the kitchen.

Now we await with bated breath to see if our pathetic four wins out of ten is enough to keep the relegation wolf from the door.

So there we have it - the cake series is over for another year.