In one of my less prescient moments, a few weeks ago I decided that it would be good to go for a day of test cricket this weekend, but instead of going today, where it appears to be rather good weather, I went yesterday, when it rained, and rained, and rained. We missed the first two overs that were played, little realising that such a loss represented 25% of the action.
The interminable rain delays meant that we wandered around Lord's for much of the day. Even in an almost abandoned test, the museum was not that busy (though it did have last year's exhibits in), Andrew played famous person spotting and - in a fit of weakness - we bought Ed Smith's new book, What sport tells us about life (Note how it's £6 cheaper on Amazon). Ed Smith is a very well educated man, who has a better degree than me. However, shockingly, while we dithered about buying his book, he accused us of pontificating - he meant prevaricating. I should stress that while am no stranger to pontificating, but I am assured I was not on this occasion.
Sport may teach you about life, but it would seem not much about words.
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