Lost ball

Badminton today, and I nearly didn’t go, but had to repay the 50p tea & biccies. And actually, I’m glad I did go. I don’t think I really 'enjoy' it - it’s so frustrating not being able to reach shots - I can’t run backwards, nor yet can I run forwards - but I do get the occasional nifty drop shot it. And the scoring! The scoring is unfathomable.

But the ladies are very supportive and say they don’t mind (putting up with me) and one of them even brought me a spare racket. But maybe I should wait a bit longer (a two year recovery time was mentioned by the orthopaedic nurse yesterday) because now I know where they are, and I’ll feel better when I can join in more. There are a couple of good players who can smash and run around, and the rest struggle in various forms.

In the afternoon, it being such a crisp shiny day (again) we took Archie for a run on the Links, via a visit to a new local pub. Well, newly done up, boasting a table tennis room and outdoor fire pits. And a floor made of thousands of American dimes! (Extra)

Many of the trees are still full of autumn leaves. He (we) lost his ball.