That was a pretty tiring weekend. Yup.

Saturday we got up fairly early (and for some reason I was pretty difficult to wake up) and headed up to Londres to help my brother with his new house. In true London style, to be able to afford one he's had to take on a pretty serious renovation job. It's structurally sound, but everything else needs doing pretty much! So we gutted his kitchen and painted his living room and bedroom. Poor GG tried to do things that most people would not have attempted, and had a small mishap that needed a plumber to fix, but he needed to find a plumber anyway so that wasn't too bad. I know she's feeling pretty bad about it still though, but really, it was just a small accident.

Anyway, we stayed there from about 11 am to 10 pm. That's a lot of painting and kitchen massacring. It'll take a few more days like that to get it inhabitable too. Oh, and a new bathroom. And kitchen.

Sunday we had a cricket match up in Cambridge, so we went back up with my parents on Saturday night to cut the journey. Which was definitely a good plan. Oddly I ached a bit next day, and was even harder to wake up! It was a seriously windy day, but sunny, so we did manage to play. I was umpiring. Our team barely showed up. Don't know what was up with them all. They are normally a pretty good side, but they totally collapsed in a small heap to all out for 39 runs. It didn't take the opponants long to win, but they did lose a few wickets in the chase. And i got a sunburnt face, because it was so windy I didn't notice. It was windy enough that it was hard work standing still. I was very glad not to be actually playing.

Also, having spent the last two weekends umpiring, I would like to apologise to all of those umpires who's decisions I have doubted. You were doing your best. And to the people who say "it was too high!" or "I hit it!" or "I didn't hit it!" fine. You try standing behind those stumps.