I can barely move at the moment, thanks to my first cricket match for about three weeks, and my first forty over match for about that many months. Three overs, one wicket for eight runs isn't a bad return, but I'm definitely going to feel this in the morning.
The resemblance between cricket teas and a children's birthday party has been commented on before, but it's a real one. Paper plates, tiny sandwiches in quarters (occasionally with the crusts cut off) and just enough bits of pizza and sausages to disguise the fact that most of the spread consists of cake. One look at some of the fielding even suggests that clowns might have shown up.