Balletic

Basketball tournament at Verfeil today.  In previous years it has been hot and sunny, and not a day you would want to spend eight hours outdoors with no shade.  This year, a cooler cloudier day was very welcome.

The team has changed: some political stuff that I am still managing to not get involved in (very unlike me) has several players from the first team mysteriously busy all of a sudden.  So, today's team was an amalgam of the first and second teams, and with one brand new player.  They did fine and, without the prima donnas, it was a relaxing day all round.

These be-skirted players are the next age group up in our club - the under 15s.  I didn't quite get to the bottom of why the skirts were being worn - some kind of punishment for a training session infringement.  Anyway, as they have all season, they swept all before them.  (And yes, they wore the skirts all day: matches, lunch, presentation of the cup.)

For me, the shockingly early start was accompanied by the news from London, and the inevitable run through my brain of whether anyone I knew would have had reason to be there.  Of course, we're all neighbours really so it's still awful.

Later, a dash back home to collect Mr B for the rest of the matches, lunch with Mr B and Sylvain (and from time to time others), including political discussion where I think I kept up with what was going on, trying to translate 'stampede' without really knowing the word ("where a crowd of people panic and run a bit like cows") (I know the word now), and much more besides.  Later still a long chat about feminism, Ramadan and raising sons with Fatima and then home to cobble together dinner (guinea fowl - yum) and comfort TallGirl, who had been cloistered all day in her room getting her oral prepared.  Too much Will & Grace, and early to bed.