Cycling into Stress

Well, I'm sort of on holiday now, and so without any cricket to play and the rain gone, I was able to head off on my bicycle - back is a bit stiff to run - and decided to head out North, in search of a lost cricket ground.

It isn't really lost, I suppose, as it is still there, a pretty little ground with fungus fairy rings and a nice pavilion out at Little Carlton. But it is now marked out as a football pitch, and of the square and pitches there is no sign at all.

It's been lost to cricket for serveral years sadly, so my mission to see if it could be used by my club as a potential outground was pretty conclusive - it can't! But it is a very pretty village, and a nice ride out on quiet lanes. I followed the road round to Bathley, and then to North Muskham for a look at the nature reserve and lake; very quiet indeed.

The trouble began when I cycled home and did a little shopping. Somewhere, somehow, my wallet fell out of my pocket, a fact I only realised a couple of hours later, and oh boy, did I panic like a mad thing.

Horrible, cold sweat panic!

Luckily, I heard that it had been handed in at a pizza takeaway near where I had stopped, and full of happiness went to pick it up. Of course, the cash inside - not a mega amount, but not what I'd ever want to lose, had been stolen, and in a tizzy I realised I'd have to cancel my cards as they could easily have copied all the numbers.

Grrr. More faff and stress. Or maybe it's just someone's way of telling me to spend less money.

Si

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