UNDER CONSTRUCTION
I notice how some other bloggers are more adept than I am at reporting everyday ordinariness. They can make their accounts of relative mundanity eminently readable. It's quite a skill. When you think about it most days we tick off on our private calendars are quite unremarkable. This is the essence of life - its ordinariness. Days come and days go. Most are forgotten Today, May 3rd, was a wet day. Chilly too. Lord knows that the land is in desperate need of water because April was amazingly dry here in Yorkshire. Desperate farmers have been praying for rain to fall. At last God responded kindly. I watched the second day of the final of The World Snooker Championship on television. The spiritual home of this prestigious event is Sheffield's own Crucible Theatre. The relentless Mark Selby came out on top, beating the spirited underdog Shaun Murphy in a best out of thirty five frames match. At times it was really gripping stuff as rai...
