So, Caza and Charlie want a return to the blog of old. No more cricket pictures, they shout in the street. don't panic girls, 2 tests to go, and the season is pretty much over. well, the home season, anyway. Then I really will have to get Sky.

So, seeing as it is the break between the tests, alright then a normal post.

I don't have any major emotional problems to talk about...well, none that are any different to normal.

I could write about the Commonwealth Games, but I'm guessing that's not really what they want. For the record, not that impressed with the opening ceremony, to be honest.

I could talk about my flatmate leaving, but, no offence, Ben, but boring....

So, I geuss that leaves me with an embarrassing story to tell.

There's bound to be a funny-Megan-falls-down story in here somewhere.

Except, not. i can't think of the last time i fell over. Well, I fell off a machine at the gym, and had a fairly large bruise, but it wasn't as humiliating as other megan falls over experiences.

Bells is in Denver, which is very very cool. I am not. Which is not.

You know what? Grace and Luke have a blog. Go read it.

A two year old, and a four month old are much more interesting that me.