caveat emptor: this is not a this-is-not-a-game, albeit this m(a)y be a cricket ball if and only if this is not a caper, nor about any particular denial of caper as such; (un)unfiction rules hereafter, for the time being at least, all rites reserved generally otherwise

eh ?

has this turned into a test match ?

thought we were here for fair play on colo(u)red clay, which isn’t quite the same as tennis with a cricket ball, surely ?

apparently, am playing natasha in these here finals – (ad)mixed doubles championship courtesy of aporia green – thankfully, am still looking like a pidgeon for the time being – though can you imagine me even attempting to hold a half decent racket in this state ? oh my dear AARG – the things they’ve got me doing already … !