Well it is Summer after all(no really it is) and we all know what that means; I’m not a football fan so the only sport which catches my eye this time of year has got to be tennis. The accompanying strawberries, cream and Pimms ain’t too bad either.
I have dabbled in the past, by which I mean I can swing a racket and hit a ball, run around and look like I know what I’m doing. Occasionally I even return a couple of volleys.
When the older boys were younger it was one of our favourite weekend activities and they both played at the local tennis club after school and in summer camps. But other than hiring a court when we visit Center Parcs , it’s fizzled out somewhat over the years.
But I’m really keen to get us all back into it.
As a family it’s the only activity which we could all play, and I quite miss that. I even miss Daz’s killer serves which had us cowering in the corner of the court. He’s not a good looser and tended to take it a little too seriously. Even with a 6 and 10-year-old as his opponent. (Character building, in his words)
And now we have our own little toddler shaped ball boy it could work really well.