We arrived at Bournville and were not feeling welcome from the of.....
The phone started dinging, Karen and Cat had been unlucky and gone out early and it was then a long and anxious wait for more news. Finally I felt my phone shudder in my pocket, just from the way it shimmied to and frow I new this was wiggly and it vibrated like bad news. Wiggle and Peggle (see what a great nickname you could have if you join Chris) had lost 19 in the qualifying game. Whatever excuses Wigg was putting forth were ignored because after all, its all about the Wigg so he must have lost the game. Before I could taunt wiggy some more the phone went again, with an excited jack yelling and shouting down the phone - either they were through or the girl in the gym finally spoke to him. Yes you guessed it they were through. He couldn’t remember who they played, who else qualified or even where they were. Tthank god Dave the Butcher was with him, eventually settling him down, getting him home and making sure he was tucked up tight in bed.
All this was going on while the Chuckles were sat on the grass, watching intently the form of our prospective opponents. The all female game went on for what seemed like hours but that's not surprising as it did take hours. Eventually Faye and Kate fell to Michelle and Shannon. Always the gentleman we offered the ladies ten minutes to have a rest or get a drink, they declined and the game was on. With their adoring public cheering them on and booing your heroes the ladies bowled well but their efforts fell short and the Chuckles took the win.
Oh, and just when you think Bournville is a posh place, a dude walks past with his bin
So two pairs through to the finals evening - Kings Norton for the finals anyone?
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