I don't understand cricket

We awoke this morning to find our clothes nearly dry. Time to check out the workout facilities, which until now, we've only looked at and that doesn't count. I run on the treadmill, while watching cricket, a game I am hopelessly unable to grasp. I know there's a wicket and a pitch, but what these things do or mean, I haven't a clue. Once we see the nice pool in our building, Chris and I agree that we are both eager to ease back into swimming, something we did competitively growing up. With those Bondi beach bods around every corner, now's the time to get back into aquatic shape. After lunch, we head out in search of swimsuits and gear and end up in David Jones, the huge department store in Sydney. I manage to get an athletic (read, unattractive) Speedo which I promise myself I will do many laps in. There is an amazing food emporium in the lower level of David Jones and we agre that this is much more exciting than swimsuit shopping. We taste bits of pate and cheese and end up bringing home a nice spread of things for dinner. For dinner we sit out on our balcony, sipping wine, eating cheese (among other delectable things) and reading. My idea of a perfect evening!