If you're fortunate enough to be a native of one of those "truly civilised" countries, and then unfortunate enough for your national cricket team to play a test series in England, you will know only too well the phrase "rain stopped play". You have had to mourn as your team is forced to "draw" a match with an England team that would surely have been beaten to pulp by your fast bowlers (or outspun by Warne, if you're an aussie).
Well Joel and I have the perfect antedote to the pouring rain - "back lane rain cricket".
The autumn rains finally hit yesterday after a glorious summer, and we have a puddle that extends the whole 22 yards (the length of a wicket for all you Canadians .. the wicket being the length of grass between the two sets of wickets .. and a wicket is not the place you line up to get money in a bank .. it's the stumps and bails .. oh forget it, why do I bother trying to explain this!).
Anyway, picture a long puddle in the pouring rain. Joel stands in one end of it fully clothed in his rain gear and wellingtons (gum boots). Tom then obtains a windfall apple from the neighbours' tree, paces out, and begins the run in. He reaches the end of the puddle, firmly planting his left foot to cause an almighty splash. Over goes the arm to release a ball at 115 km/h, pitching just ahead of joel. The apple makes another almighty splash covering Joel. Much hilarious giggling from both boys.
It is a shame that Liz was not feeling so well, and the rain prevented photographic evidence. It was perhaps a little unfair not to give Joel a bat even for modest defence.
A sodden cyclist chooses to pass us in the lane. "teaching your boy about the joy of puddles, eh?". My reply: "he already knows all about joy, he's teaching me." That's my boy summed up.