It's time for a random catch up, what shall we chat about...
- Football? No thanks. England is out and the Italian team better pull their socks up for tomorrow's game or they'll be on a plane soon too. Jeepers, it's pretty depressing around here, we hardly got going... and, well, we're back already.
- Moving swiftly on... the weather has been glorious. Thanks to a welcome breath I didn't notice the sun so much last Saturday and managed to give myself a very attractive (not) red, triangle-shaped tan line in my back. Stupid woman. And then, I must have missed my right knee when applying sun-cream to my legs on Sunday because I not have a random shaped red patch right on the rotula. Which is why I'm wearing trousers today.
Seriously, you'd thought that by now I'd have it sussed.
- My ironing basket is empty. Empty folks. I thought about taking a picture but that would have been rude.
- I started playing tennis after - ahem, cough cough - 17 years and... well let's just say that a) my right elbow went out of action after 23 minutes and I'm now playing with my left hand (I'm sort of ambidextrous) and b) to add insult to injury it was very tactfully 'suggested' I might want to move a 'slighlty easier group... I might enjoy it more, I was told...
Basically I was total rubbish. But because there's no way I'm going to get beaten by my children yet... I'm perseviring... Tuesday morning 'beginners' here I come!
- And speaking of being beaten by the boys, Mr M and I took them down to the athletic track yesterday to let them ran around and blow some steam off. They had the best of time. No 1 wanted to practice his long jump ahead of his sports day... so that's what we all did.
Let's just say that when we all did a standing jump from the edge of the sand only No 3 was behind me... and only by an inch or so... and he's 8.
Sigh.
So then I rested and grabbed the camera, and I think I got it... sometimes all you need to have fun is jumping
(yes, No 1's feet are as long as they seem, longer than Mr M long feet)
(no, No 3 didn't know chop his tongue off on landing. He timely retracted it. Phew)
Empty ironing basket? I'm unfriending you!
Posted by: Alice C | Monday, 23 June 2014 at 09:13 PM
long feet = better at long jump?
Posted by: driftwood | Monday, 23 June 2014 at 10:16 PM