Courting

Philippa has challenged me to a game of tennis. I was moaning about not having time to cycle now I’m working six days a week, and saying that I’m starting to feel unfit again, so she asked if I’d like to play with her this coming weekend. I accused her of being unimaginative, and only playing tennis because Wimbledon has just been on, but it turns out she’s been playing regularly since she was ten. I myself have never played. This is like déjà vu, with Ted and chess being replaced by Philippa and tennis. I must have a sign on me somewhere that says “IF YOU HAVE A LIFELONG LOVE OF A SPORT AND ARE VERY GOOD AT IT PLEASE ASK ME TO PLAY IT WITH YOU SO YOU CAN BEAT ME TO DEATH AND HUMILIATE ME.”
We’ve booked the court for midday on Sunday.

RC 13-7-10