What is wrong with us?

We don’t know.

We think about writing here but we never get around to it.

We think about while we eat, take a crap and read columns on cricinfo.

We even think about it while we bat for the Thunderdogs, which may be the root of of all evil when it comes to us scoring runs.

We think about it when we make love and gorge on a chicken pie and redbull.

Note that these things do happen together, sometimes.

Are we back? We don’t know.