Today we lost the Ashes 5-0 after a truly awful England performance. However I am so very glad I got to spend the last day of this Ashes series at the SCG with this boy, Mr Bunker.

The Ashes has been very much about the two of us since the year we were married (and named our tables after the Ashes winning team of 2005. (Oh glory days: England how I loved you then!)) and despite the fact we were completely spanked off the field in every test this series today was brilliant. 

Keith has been chemo free for three weeks now which has been great as he has felt much less ill. Very sleepy and generally knackered but well enough to sit in a box at the SCG which is something he couldn't have done a month ago. More chemo from Weds: feels like a bit of a prison sentence, but them's the rules, sadly. Following that possibly scans, we'll have to wait and see.

I took the above picture when we were waiting for the bus home at the very moment it occurred to me that Keith and I are unlikely to share an Ashes series again. That makes me feel very sad. Being with Keith at an occasion like this merely cements in my mind the nature of his person, and it is really a privilege to witness. As a fan he is passionate and knowledgeable; as an Englander he is critical yet gracious. A man respected by those in the field of sports journalism for his knowledge, nouse and enthusiasm, and I am still to this very day blown away by his sporting intelligence. I had one of those glimpses today of the man that is sadly mostly lost now, and although I am very sad writing this it was a wonderful thing to behold.

So anyway, thanks for NOTHING England, literally, you were an absolutely pile of shite. Five bloody nil! Awful. But real thanks the SCG (and those who got us there) for today. It was brilliant. X