Rain. The pre-occupation of Cricketers and the end of many promising weekends. However sometimes it comes riding to the rescue like John Wayne's Calvary troop when the Indians are threatening to overun the cowboys after the baked beans have run out. Again the skipper lost the toss. Tom Burton found this highly amusing as he has barely lost a spin all Summer elsewhere so before the teams took the park it was agreed he would call in future and The Bard would make the decision. What a shame after hatching such a masterplan there is only one league game to go.

Somewhat foolishly the Skipper had boasted about the strength of batting in the side this day, good job there was some batting because  the team really would have been in diahorrea  straits without it. The West Haddon lads appeared to have brought some erratic bowling, one delivery might be miles wide whilst the next would swing an absolute mile. Whatever you call it it seemed too good for Kibworth. Adam Samuel was adjudged caught down the leg side although the ball seemed to miss the bat and come straight off the old glutius maximus, Tom Burton got one all wrong and was bowled around his legs and Qasim was LBW with one that just didn't bounce. Just like the reverse fixture Kibby were three down before the tea lady was out of bed.

Before the rain came Kibby had gone from 17 for 3 to 59 for 6 and rather than blowing the clouds away the Bard was launching into a fully fledged rain dance in the corner of the pavillion which probably cracked the concrete. John Bleby chased a wide one, John Peat's first Kibworth game in 12 years didn't trouble the scorers and Aadil tried to hasten his usual chocolate fest by tickling one to the keeper. The rain, rarely heavy but as persistent as a religious group knocking your door, brought the First Team game to a halt shortly after an early tea which was the signal for the fat lady to get warmed up for the bottom square too.

59 for 6? Good job the team had some batting, eh?