"I'm undoubtedly tempting fate by making any plans at all, let alone sticking them up here for the world to see but sometimes you just have to."
How prophetic. For the second weekend in a row, bag packed and ready for the off, it all goes wrong at the last minute.
The first time, the fickle hand of fate cast the di and came up with two sixes. I threw "snake eyes".
This time, the fourth horseman, Pestilence turned up just in time. He apologised for his lateness but there's nothing like a last minute cancellation to make you look like a complete and utter fud.