Oval The Moon
How good was that yesterday ? What a beautiful day to take The Aussies down on a summer afternoon in South London.
I admit, I was worried until we took their sixth wicket and if Ponting hadn't run himself out by ball watching then who knows, Little Urn could be strapped in a Quantas business class seat all of his very own as we speak.
But it was not to be, our boys, be they South African, English or otherwise did what they had to do to win the day and it was party time in Vauxhall.
I watched the cricket, the grand prix, the athletics and the tennis at my mother in laws - seven hours straight with three generations for company. Tash's mum loves sport and so does her man. Their house is the best place to be on a big sporting Sunday. Fab food, the telly showing one thing whilst Five Live blasts out another in the kitchen.
We stayed till way after it was dark and had to somehow justify a take away on the way home to cap it all off. If only simply watching sport kept you fit and burnt off the calories. Right, Power Plate to "on" I need to feel the burn baby.