It was very fortunate that I managed to watch the bulk of the afternoon session of the World Championship Snooker from the Crucible today. Fortunate because Ronnie left the table with the score at 17-8.
He had recovered from his semi-final and just went on the Blitzkrieg. He’d even had a shave.
It just took the first frame of the evening session for him to be crowned World Champion for the sixth time.
Of course, I didn’t see any of that because I made Persian roast chicken for dinner, and we were eating it while Ronnie was winning.
We’d been on a lovely walk around Frensham where lots of people were taking in the grey humid weather.
The groups of people were great to see and none with masks. And most with dogs.
As we sat by the pond, watching the birds, a young lad (about 10 I guess) came over and asked if he could pat the dogs. When we said yes, he raced over to his parents and asked them if it was okay. He then came back and spent a good 15 minutes throwing a hunk of wood for Emma.
I think we may have caused some issues in the family. He clearly loves dogs and will now be pestering his family for one.
Speaking of family dogs and hunks of wood…here’s Emma and her impression of a farmer with a bit of straw in her mouth.
She expects Mirinda to throw this sort of flimsy bit of nothing so she can retrieve it. And this isn’t by any means the smallest. The smallest would be impossible to see.
