I’m back.

I’m back. I’m exhausted. I’m looking forward to re-aclimatising to the cricket world (I feel like I’ve been locked up for a week on a news-blackout. In fact, I have). Spring is in the air over here, and the smell of freshly cut lawns…not long before willow and leather are reunited once again. How disgustingly corny that last sentence was – normal service resuming shortly