Ramblings of an Ashes Widow

Now I’ve been bracing myself for the last year that either my fiance would decide to go to the ashes or somehow shoe horn our holiday down under. But it never came.

Well this can’t be too bad I thought. The cricket’s on in the middle of the night, so I won’t be affected at all. Huh, how wrong I was. Firstly, we didn’t have Sky Sports at home. Mainly because My MOWS (Man Obsessed with Sport) knew if we had it he would watch nothing but sport. But suddenly the first day of the ashes I had a phone call at work, and I suddenly had to order Sky Sports 1 as he’d finally cracked.

Again, I didn’t worry too much as it’s on in the middle of the night. Surely he wouldn’t stay up all night when he had the work next day? Wrong again. For five nights running my fiance stayed up to watch the cricket. Goodbye night time cuddles. And hello being woken up in the middle of the night when he crawls in to bed expecting to steal some of the duvet.

We also have to plan our social plans around it, no staying out after 11.30pm and what do you know, there are unmissable football matches on early evening too on sky sports.

So in the space of a week I’ve gone from the ashes ain’t gonna change my life to becoming an ashes widow.

Who invented the iPhone?

You’ve won part of the battle. You’ve made it out of the house, and away any screen showing sport. You’re patting yourself on the back and thanking the man upstairs for a few sports free hours. And then you’re sat at the pub/restaurant/wedding (delete as applicable) and your man pulls out the iPhone (or generic smart phone). Just to quickly check the scores of let’s face it, every sporting game under the sun. Then there are the live text options on the BBC which ensure that no matter where you are, you get a blow by blow account.

At your side of the table you are trying not to tut or complain or god forbid say you’d might as well stayed at home (at least then you would have been able to be busy). But you don’t complain as you fought so hard to go out, and you worry it will be used against you for future outings. So instead you do what any sane sporting widow would do, pray for the battery runs out.