We played our last game of the season on Sunday. The Corbridge Angels v Tynemouth.
I scored 33 before getting skittled out by a demon fast bowler. I have a bruise the size of a dinner plate on my inner thigh, my achilles are both nacking and my arms are aching like hell....but I've loved every minute of it!
This little cricket team, made up of old decrepit mothers with a few great youngsters hoyed in, has kept me going throughout the last 8 months - kept me moving, kept me motivated.
Out of the 100+ players in the whole league, I finished 5th top battter with 228 runs. Most of those were scored with a baldy head and sweaty bandana. For once, I'm not bragging here - I'm just grateful that cancer didn't take over my life for 8 months....Cricket did!
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Here are some of the lovely Angels that played on Sunday -