The trees in Maine are almost in full leaf, it has recently rained, the air smells like mown grass and decapitated dandelions, it is mostly overcast, and it is just chilly enough during the day to merit a sweater.
This all makes me think of playing cricket badly or sitting under the big oak tree on the upper park keeping score for house matches while at school. This in turn makes me feel very happy.
All I need now is a whiff of linseed oil, a Gray Nicholls "superlite" bat, a pencil stub, and a Wham bar for between overs sustenance.
2 comments:
Do you have to be a George Michael fan to enjoy a nice Wham bar?
That has a whole different set of connotations since his bathroom incident.
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