On Tuesday night I held a tennis racquet for the first time since grade 6 when I begged mum to let me quit lessons and she caved in. I went to Marc's place in Earl's Court and we broke in the court in the key garden of his apartment block. Every inch of the court was covered too with balls flying in all directions. It was a great laugh and a novel way for me to spend a late summer's evening.
We may even do it again. Need all the practice I can get...might even need to start up those lessons again.
Thanks for your fabulous hospitality Marc!
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