Swingball and Strawberries

B came home from school miserable today. Worst day ever. She did a talk to her class, which was well prepared and planned (about her rollerblading) but she got so nervous that she got mixed up at the start then lost all confidence and was too quiet for the rest. I'm sure it wasn't all that bad, but that's how she felt.

She then fell on the way home on her rollerblades. Wee scone.

So, the answer to the blues on this sunny afternoon? Strawberries and ice cream then some swingball in the back garden. B was Venus, I was Serena. It is nearly time for Wimbledon after all.

She soon felt much better.