Rain

Three games, which have taken the grand total of 64 emails to set up (yes, I counted), have resulted in my facing two balls. And that was only because we were on astroturf.

Still. Normally we sit at our desks on a Monday, anxiously checking the BBC website. Then, because we don't like what it's saying, we check the Met Office one. But we don't like that (especially because it has a detailed statistical break down of exactly how likely we are to get very wet), so we anxiously click around any number of other weather sites, finally finding one that tells us there's only a forecast of heavy showers. Fantastic! We can play through that!

Two days later the BBC changes its prediction and tells us we're looking at bright sunshine. A day later it picks 'light showers' from the meteorological roulette wheel, but being cricketers we'd already decided three days earlier the game was definitely on.

Under slightly ominous clouds, we wend our merry way to wherever the ground is, run out onto the pristine outfield, pull a bat and ball out of our bags, get ready for a bit of catching practise, and it immediately shits it down for eight hours straight.