Today I could not help but think of a day five years ago in Melbourne. That day, like today, was bitterly cold; I remember sitting at the test at the Melbourne cricket ground, watching in desperations as England lost to Australia. I could not help but think back to that match today as I sat in the park watching Blackheath have their not negligible score of 151 eroded. I had intended to stay to the bitter end, but it grew too cold and too dark, and I began to miss the girl I love. Cricket is an amazing sport, and I can spend entire days watching it, but today, like at the test in Melbourne, other factors took precedence. Unlike that day in Melbourne though, when it was only the bitter cold which made the return to our hotel room so welcome, today it was mainly the thought of returning to Lyn which drove me homeward.

Sometimes freezing your arse off just ain’t worth it, especially if the woman you love is at home.