I admitted to being a bit shit in the first game, so it comes as no surprise that I was dropped for our second encounter against the The Black Horse. After some time with a few under 5s, pints of Red Stripe with friends and witnessing the Butterfly of Love painted on the faces of young, youngish and old I took to the stunning domicile of my other brother’s 4-manner, replete with thick foam mattress, double duvet and north Indian throw. Thicker twill from the north, what with the mountains and stuff. For the record, the Stray Hounds look good, as do The Black Horse and The King’s Head. Our test side look awesome, taking 14 for just 115, a score just short of the record at our tournament, where each innings is just 7 overs. Quote of the day was delivered after a superb catch from an unexpected source, clutching his heart “I wish I’d not had that line.” I’ll be back tomorrow.