Took Boonie up on his offer of a game of totem tennis after the cricket last night. For a little guy who’s been so keen all summer to have a whack at the felt he really isn’t much chop. He’s way too short to begin with and his arms don’t offer any extension on his limit altitudes. Barely reached a ball all night. I beat him easy. After the game, on Boonie’s suggestion, we headed down to the pub and downed the odd bevy together. Give the bloke some credit, he really wears his losses well. Reckons he might even go another hit after the AB medal tonight if I’m up for handing out another trouncing.