Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Furled umbrella

When walking briskly with a furled umbrella, I am constantly fighting the urge to play a few straight drives at an imaginary cricket ball, like Ricky Ponting does on his way out to bat. I even sometimes look to my right and imagine a beautiful delicate late cut, just behind point. The kind that curves away from the pursuing fieldsman as it rolls across the outfield into the fence. Lovely.

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