My neighbour is one smart cookie. She has me going to play a game of (gasp) tennis in an hour’s time. This is what happens when I rashly express interest about joining in.
My brother taught me how to play, and I am the first to admit that I was a total space cadet on court. Hubby is laughing – I know he is.
Just for an hour. It could be fun, right?!?
ETA: Yes, it was fun! We were pretty much of equal cluelessness. Her backhand was non-existant, and could I hit the ball with anything but the wood rim?! Toby was duly impressed to watch me running down a ball. He even deigned to look at her dog a couple of times. It was lots of laughs & we’ll go again.
Jah know I need some exercise!