Before my Mum returned to work she knitted. A lot. But I’ve mentioned that before, so let’s move on.
Cricket then, and yes there is a link between the two because my Mum spent a lot of time knitting she liked to watch something that she could follow whilst glancing up and down from the clacking needles and mohair and cricket fitted the bill perfectly. As it was on, I found myself watching as well and soon picked up the basics all the while marvelling at Ian Botham as he bowled and batted like a mad thing (it was ’81).
Fast forward to today and I’m sitting at work with Radio Five on my headphones. It’s ten to five and England have, essentially, won the Ashes and all the while my mind is flashing back to my childhood. What a lovely day.