This weekend is all cricket. I think I should just fall into a mini-coma now and at least get a good nap out of it. If not watching cricket for real (I better win Mother of the Year) I will be being forced to watch it on TV, read about it, be told about it every time someone gets out, almost gets out, gets hit in the head or scones a seagull.
After reading that, I bet your weekend is looking better already, yeah? Don’t say I never do anything for you.