Loud laughter greeted Paul as he let himself in through the front door. He could also hear a TV sports commentator doing his thing.
“s**t,” Paul grouched, as he fell over a set of weights.
“That you, Pauly?”
“Uh yeah.” He didn’t think he’d broken anything, but was sure there’d be a bruise the next morning.
“Come through, man. I’ve invited the guys round to watch the cricket.”
Wonderful. Paul took off his jacket, but there was nowhere to hang it. Going into the crowded room, he spotted several members of the local cricket team sitting on the sofa, leaning up against it, or just spread out on the floor. “Hey, guys.”
He received a number of greetings, but mostly they were too interested in the television to pay him much attention.
“What’s the score?”
“The Aussies bowled us out for 190
