Third Man

A day which followed a very typical pattern for Saturdays this summer: a meeting of the writing group followed by watching a frustrating game of cricket. As can be seen here, there was quite a bit of evening sun but it felt increasingly cold in the fresh wind as the game went on and passed out of our control. It definitely feels warmer when we're winning! We slumped to the wretched depths of 33-6 (Forrest making 12) before we recovered to the dizzily respectable heights of 186-9. As you can just about see from the scoreboard things looked promising when we had Thackley here at 85-5 but their talented overseas player hit a strong 90 and despite a bit of excitement at the very end they always held the upper hand. We lost by 2 wickets.

The writing group was well attended again and five of us read a short story we'd written in the previous week. The title provided by R for our homework was 'Oh no, she's died again.' Like last week I only started thinking about it the day before and only finished the piece just before setting off to Menston to meet. The pressure of such a deadline is essential. And I love it. I've not enjoyed anything more in a long while. The story was a bit rough around the edges but it was received well, as were all the stories. I'll post it here when I've found a bit of time to polish those edges a little.

NB Blipping this a few days after the event, struggling to keep up with posting again. Work has got even more manic now with several people away from the office. Thanks once more for your continued wonderful support, especially all the hearts for the lovely Steve.