I've been in touch with Poosie for a good number of years but BigMac had lots touch until tonight. It was a proper friendship reunion, as if it had only been last week when we'd seen each other.
That is Poosie in the picture, she is tall and slim with a rubbish bowling technique, something akin to a flamingo (flingo) coughing up a scotch egg.
Anyway, Poosie chose her first ball carefully, gracefully hit the run up, timed the release, the ball stayed attached to her thumb, her arm nearly came out of it's socket. She spun round towards us with the ball dangling off her thumb with a bemused look on her face. The lady from the family opposite us had her face in her hands with concern, Big Mac and Abu were creased up, Nelly and I were trying to suppress our laughter. (The consequence of my recent cold is that, if a laugh too hard and cough too much, I pass out!) i held on to Nelly's arm and she kept saying, 'breathe, breathe', all i could think of was Poosie with the ball on her thumb!
I had a wonderful evening with good good friends. I love you girls. xxx
