miles off into a corner.... no, the shuttlecock just drops meekly down, to be painlessly retrieved.
Today, I played or about two hours, with loads of different partners at our local leisure centre. My partner might be an incredibly agile fifteen year old lad, who covers the whole rear of the court, whilst I defend the net, and try to make points on tricky serves, or another woman who covers one side.
I've never forgotten one incident. My husband and I were in a coaching session with a big group, watching a demonstration. Some stood, some sat on the floor like me. I looked at the lean, tanned leg beside me and thought what great legs my husband had, then reached out to caress his calf.....An inch away from it, I realised it wasn't David's.......... I've often wondered what would have happened had I continued.
No comments:
Post a Comment