WHEN I was first married, I spent every Saturday afternoon watching cricket as John, my husband, was a fast bowler in the Chorley League.

At first, I looked on it as a chore and a bore as I had no understanding of the game.

But of course, like many cricketing wives, I actually got to understand it and came to love it.

We had to interrupt our watching, though, to make the afternoon teas which, if it was made by me, was the highlight of the day!

I’m telling you all this because I was somewhat ‘stumped’ for something to write about this week – now then, ‘how’s that’ for an excuse?

I have had an absolutely awful week. And why is that? I hear you ask with deep concern in your voices.

Yes! I know that no-one is really bothered about other people’s complaints when they have quite enough of their own, but ‘tinnitus’ is one of those conditions that you just can't ignore.

Well, it’s obvious that I can't, as I am telling you about it!

At the moment it’s constant and all-pervasive; I’ve spent quite a lot of time on the internet, as well as delving into medical books and talking to people, trying to find a cure.

But seemingly there isn’t one and I’m just going to have to learn to live with it, and that ‘do not make me a happy bunny’.

  • Golf, cricket, Tour de France – the world and his wife is competing for something or other.

Do these competitors ever think of us, the people who sit and watch?

We who make their efforts profitable, for without us there would be no sport?

Why do I say that? Well, let’s face it, would they be so keen to win if no body watched, cheered or paid? I think not.

So I have decided that from now on I must look at myself as a very valuable part of the team. But who is keeping score?

  • Now! Isn’t this just the most beautiful time of the year – it’s warm, green and pleasant? The garden is at its best and everyone is happy.