The day began with the usual mayhem, as Ware made the short hop to the delightful Tewin Towers. The first two overs were dispatched with all the control of Manuel delivering room service—12 runs leaked, and Basil (figuratively pacing the boundary in a blazer three sizes too small) was already preparing his complaint letter to the groundsman.

But salvation arrived via Will, who theatrically dropped a catch—perhaps for dramatic tension—but then redeemed himself faster than a misplaced booking by hurling the ball in for a run-out. “One for the guests, and one out the door!” Sybil might have said, if she understood cricket.

Then came The Jack Show—four wickets, all clean bowled, swinging like Basil’s mood on a bad Yelp day. The slope aided his deliveries, or perhaps it was just his natural flair for causing disarray. Either way, batters were queuing up like disgruntled guests at reception.

With the game under control and Basil temporarily silenced, Kev and Alex bowled with economy and grace. Jack even chipped in with a catch to ensure he was available for all departments, while Rizz wrapped up the innings with two wickets, sending Tewin packing for 124 quicker than a health inspector in the dining room.

Chasing the target, Ware faced quality bowling. But Simon and Adam were as unflustered as Sybil on a gin lunch—both notching unbeaten 50s. Tewin rotated their bowlers like Manuel searching for the right key, but it was no use. Ware batted with poise, and chased the total down without losing a wicket.

The day ended as all good episodes do: slightly frazzled, mildly confused, but with pints in hand. Both sides shared a laugh, a beer, and the quiet satisfaction of knowing that—at least for today—the hotel hadn’t burned down and the cricket was sublime.

Ware win by 10 wickets. Madness managed. Just.