And there was even cricket...

So someone said there ought to be an excuse sometime for a street party, and lo... someone got married. And someone said we ought to have an outdoor cup final, and lo... the weather was lovely. And someone said something about cricket on the green, but by that time the glasses had been charged, emptied and refreshed several times, and so the thwack of leather on willow went unheard. It may be that even those with gripes about privilege and costs were quietened by the barbeque sausages. Ahem.