tell me about it

Apart from the fact that it is bloody freezing in here and my fingers are turning blue, the Premier division has finished its games for the day and are now quite delightedly trying on their collector’s item polo shirts for this year’s tournament. I see Ed Okulicz (his name is a finger-twister to type) trying on his tee; so is Chris May. Personally, I’ve got a size L - anyone want to trade to an S?

We’re all now waiting for the Open division to finish so that we can proceed for dinner. They started at about 7.50pm and it’s now 8.20; not a single result slip has come back to me so I foresee I will have to let my fingers slowly become blocks of ice while I vainly attempt to hush my growling tummy. Michael quite generously supplied us all with Snickers bars to stave off hunger pangs earlier, so now I’m 1) cold (to put it mildly), 2) impatient for dinner, and 3) twitching from a sugar rush.

Hopefully tomorrow’s Internet connection will be less patchy - at least I could connect sporadically; Barry is having much trouble linking his computer up. So far though I must say that this year’s players have been wonderfully well behaved and an easy group to handle.

Many thanks to Suanne and Ed who’ve offered me their Snickers (as Ed put it, I am merely a brain led by my stomach, and if it demands sugar, who am I to deny it?) but I think I need some real food. Come, result slips, to me!