January 31 saw us rise at 4.30am and drive to Lismore for Gibbo to play cricket again. We stayed the night in Toowoomba after a family engagement party; Drew was sensible enough to stay with the rellies and enjoy a sleep in. Of course we had to leave an hour earlier than really necessary due to daylight saving.
Just as we arrived in Lismore, it started to rain. And then it stopped. And then it started again. This is what happened every time the shower came across and when the sun came out.
Riveting stuff.
Meg and I could only handle so much excitement so while we waited for Gibbo to bat, we put $10 each through the poker machines. We must have looked like a pair of nongs; we had no idea how to play or that you could only use $1 coins. Finally, Gibbo was in but not for long; he was soon out again.
After commiserating with him Meg and I set off on the drive to Nimbin. Meg hadn't been there before; I went with the boys in September last year. It was very busy, being a Sunday; lots of tourists having a look. It was almost a bit sinister really. We walked up one side of the street and down the other then had a great lunch on a cafe verandah. Meg bought a lovely woven basket and I bought a moon calendar so I can track when I should be planting my veges.
After a couple of hours we headed back to Lismore; not much had changed there really. They were all still out on the field, playing cricket in the drizzle. Meg and I dozed in the car until, at last, it was all over. We got back to Toowoomba about 8pm, picked up Drewy and made it home to bed by 9.30, exhausted.
It's great fun, that cricket.
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