Just back from a very pleasant evening spent at Prestatyn Cricket Club where I sat on the pavilion veranda sipping a pint, smoking a ciggy and watching the coaches putting my two lads and many other boys through their weekly training session. The sun shone, it was pleasantly warm, even with the breeze coming off the sea (only a hundred yards behind me). Minimus selected to stand behind the stumps on the 11th when the under 11s play St Asaph. Minor showing off his David Gower like grace with bat in hand.
So two tired but happy boys, a good old chin-wag with the other fathers about cricketers we have seen (and known) through the years, a couple of pints of best bitter and a stop at the chippy on the way home to feed the hungry little b*ggers.
Can life get any better? I doubt it.
