They're tossing a coin to begin

I am waiting for the Ashes. I am shattered. I went to bed in good time last night, so I wouldn't be tired today - and then I couldn't sleep for ages. My eyes are too tired to read, and I don't want to put glasses on. I did some writing earlier, but my brain has died. My diary is up to date. I have done the washing up. So now I am ironing.

That first ball had better be good.