Crunch

Weekend at last. Another work project is going to keep me cooped up inside much more than I want for the next two weeks so any chance for a break outside will be grabbed.

Such was tonight; a rearranged match, where once more the cakes were thin on the ground but fruit, and bizarrely, even more pork pies, were in abundance. Though not as abundant as my commas in this writing.

This was a crunch match, and we sailed through it nicely.