It must be Cricket season

Imagine my H O R R O R when I was sleeping peacefully on the lounge after dinner when I found myself rudely awoken from my slumber by Paul hitting a Cricket Bat. Apparently this is called priming the bat for play. It is too much. Paul is actually sitting in front of the television, watching cricket and so-called priming his bat!!!

I might have to find somewhere else to sleep peacefully.

Where have they been?

My servants, Paul and Vicki disappeared over the weekend. I believe they went to see the ICC Women's Cricket at North Sydney Oval. What on earth would they want to do that for? It was televised on FOX3 and we could have all sat on the lounge and watched it together. Although, I do hate it when Paul watches cricket - he yells at the screen - something like "Howzaaaaattt"!!! Which according to him is an appeal. It sounds appalling to me....

Plus I have just heard Paul and Vicki talking about the cricket and when Paul asked what her favourite thing about the cricket was, it was apparently meeting someone called Brett Lee. What is so amazing about him? Doesn't she know that she already lives with Royalty (ahem...me!). Anyway, here is a picture Paul snapped after Vicki got Brett Lee's autograph.