Yet another chilly day

I watched the final of The Hundred tonight (the English attempt to replicate the fun and games of the Indian Premier League without directly copying it). I didn’t really understand what was going on, but I did find myself getting drawn into it. I guess when you’re missing the Olympics, any old sniff of sport will do.

The weather is really dragging me down. I hate Winter, especially when it’s happening in August! Normally, my way of dealing with the darker months works like this: the first few months, I am still basking in the delight of the Summer I have just been through; then for the next few months I am looking ahead to the Summer that is on the way. But when there hasn’t been a Summer placed in the memory banks for me to call back on, how am I supposed to survive a long, dark, cold Winter? I’m feeling close to suicidal now, what the Hell will I be like in January?

On a more cheerful note, I watched “21 Grams” again last night. If you haven’t seen it, it’s about a woman who loses her husband and two daughters in a car accident, a man who has a heart transplant and then gets shot in the chest, and a reformed alcoholic who struggles to connect with his family after being released from prison. Heavy going, but it’s a remarkable film.
And don’t have a go at me about spoiling any plot points – its nearly 20 years old.

RC 21-8-21