Wet man and Ice woman

Slight change in the weather today. After the constant sunshine of yesterday, we had a day of grey skies and almost constant rain. I misread the inevitable downpour and mistimed my morning walk and misinterpreted my clothing needs and ended up soaked. It’s a good sign of my current good mood, though, that I was able to accept it with a shrug of my sodden shoulders and not get frustrated or angry. It was a nice soaking, anyway; a gentle, cooling one-of-those-things rather than a blinding, freezing torrent that leaves you feeling like your skin is sloughing off. A quick shower on my return home, followed by a quick complaint from the wife about leaving my wet trousers on the hallway carpet, and I was fine.

I watched the darts on ITV last night, in which Fallon Sherrock became the first woman ever to reach a PDC ranking final live on television. Not only did she reach it, she had a damn good go at winning it, coolly taking a 7-3 lead against Michael van Gerwen (yes – THAT Michael van Gerwen, the three-time World Champion) and forcing him to bring out the best of himself to guarantee the victory.
She won’t get anywhere near the amount of coverage that Emma Raducanu has been getting since winning the US Open, but I don’t think her achievement is much less worthy. She didn’t get a big shiny trophy at the end of it, but bearing in mind the quality of the opposition she faced, I think the two achievements are comparable.

RC 19-9-21