Hours lost more than worth it to see Ashes glory
COMING into work fresh from a week off is usually a fairly unpleasant experience.
You’re refreshed, relaxed, invigorated, but longing for more days in the sun.
Compounding my problem was the minor matter of an Ashes-deciding day of Test cricket unfolding in the wee hours before the shift.
Prime-time Ashes is so good, but so bad.
What to do?
In many ways it’s like the predicament the Poms found themselves in.
If I can make it through to the lunch break (10pm), things should get easier in the later session.
Survive another hour or two after the lunch break and it all gets easier.
You slide into a full day’s play, rolled into an hour or two of sleep before the human alarm clock wakes and starts terrorising the house, and then run on adrenaline all day at work until the sweet embrace of sleep takes hold later that night.
Great in theory.
I was committed to it.
But like the English, I didn’t have the resolve.
My eyelids started drooping just before 10pm.
Then it’s 40 minutes of pure survival mode to get through the lunch break and see some more action.
I just got there.
But it was barely two hours later that my head hit the pillow and didn’t bounce back up.
Monday me was extremely grateful for it.
But I’m still fuming I didn’t hang around long enough to watch the final wicket fall.
There’s still one game to go, but my den in the lounge room has now been dismantled, much like the defences of the Old Dart by Cummins and co.