Dear Followers, and lovers of Boules,
Hello. It's good to see you. Unfortunately, by 'good', I mean 'not easy'.
It's nearly July, and I have an eye infection that has restricted the vision in my eye. I'm not one to complain, but combined with my allergies (dust, seed, silver birch, pollen, mornings) I'm a spluttering mess. I’m not a happy Pitkin. I guess I just have to shut my noise, hold my nose, and pray for Autumn.
Anyhoo, thought I'd give you an update on my summer thus far, as the Heatwave strikes and Wimblebum approaches.
Firstly, it looks like my frosty relationship with BAFBA Secretary, Cahill Morgue, has warmed a fraction. I can confirm that we had a 'disagreement' at the Club some months back. The details are unimportant (not to say logged incorrectly in the Club Diary), but let's just say names were called, shoes were removed, and food was thrown.
Cahill has apologised, to myself and the Club chef, for his outburst and unnatural language. We move on.
Secondly, I had genuinely thought my boules-playing days were numbered after a severe back complaint/calf niggle left me depleted. I am pleased to say that I made it onto the Training Paddock this morning for the first time in months. It was heaven, despite my wayward tossing. My, how I've missed the complex thrill of a mid-morning Bastard.
Got to go now, as I have a Webex session with Ouseph in 20mins.
Until next time,
Pitkin