Monday ramble
Monday, August 23rd, 2004 04:04 pmLooking up out of the window I notice that the rain is coming down again. Not just falling, but hurling itself down. This is no gentle English rain, it is a full blooded pelt.
And now it has stopped.
The weather around here seems to have forgotten how to behave; we have hot, humid and cloudy. We have sun, blue skies and high winds. We have rain that hits the ground hard enough to dent concrete, but which lasts for about five minutes before segueing into one of the other bizarre weather types. It is April on steroids, every day.
Despite the weather forecast, much of the weekend was splendidly rain-free, not that I spent a great deal of time outside; the remains of the lurgy ensured that, even though it got better as the weekend moved on.
England won the final test match against the West Indies by eleven wickets (we were one run short of an innings' victory) to equal an English record of seven consecutive test victories. The Aussie record is, of course something like sixteen, but that is probably a freak, since as good as their current team is, it doesn't match their test side of the late 80's and mid 90's. The West Indies' record is, I believe, eleven consecutive wins and these two put England's achievement in its proper perspective. Having said that, England, despite the horrors that were the performances of much of the 1990s appear on the record list with three seven win streaks which is still quite remarkable. It will be interesting to see how things go on the South Africa tour over the winter, before we pull up sharply against the Aussies next summer.
In the meantime, instead of working, I am pondering the fate of a colleague was here this morning, but mysteriously absent this afternoon. I may be doing him a great disservice, but I would not be surprised to see him barrelling in over the next half hour as refreshed as a newt…
And now it has stopped.
The weather around here seems to have forgotten how to behave; we have hot, humid and cloudy. We have sun, blue skies and high winds. We have rain that hits the ground hard enough to dent concrete, but which lasts for about five minutes before segueing into one of the other bizarre weather types. It is April on steroids, every day.
Despite the weather forecast, much of the weekend was splendidly rain-free, not that I spent a great deal of time outside; the remains of the lurgy ensured that, even though it got better as the weekend moved on.
England won the final test match against the West Indies by eleven wickets (we were one run short of an innings' victory) to equal an English record of seven consecutive test victories. The Aussie record is, of course something like sixteen, but that is probably a freak, since as good as their current team is, it doesn't match their test side of the late 80's and mid 90's. The West Indies' record is, I believe, eleven consecutive wins and these two put England's achievement in its proper perspective. Having said that, England, despite the horrors that were the performances of much of the 1990s appear on the record list with three seven win streaks which is still quite remarkable. It will be interesting to see how things go on the South Africa tour over the winter, before we pull up sharply against the Aussies next summer.
In the meantime, instead of working, I am pondering the fate of a colleague was here this morning, but mysteriously absent this afternoon. I may be doing him a great disservice, but I would not be surprised to see him barrelling in over the next half hour as refreshed as a newt…