... hockey!!! That's the second time this week someone's mentioned that dreadful torture. Whatever have I done to be reminded in this cruel way? Oh, those terrible, cold, raw afternoons with the NE wind blowing straight across the playing fields from Siberia; idiotic little canvas boots slithering and slurping in the quagmire around the goal; microscopic little felt skirt, revealing navy blue bloomers and mottled navy blue legs; hands so cold they could barely hold the stick. Shivering with misery and cold and hoping nobody would send the ball my way because a) it might hit me and that would hurt or, b) the only time I had the presence of mind to actually whack the perishing thing with my stick, I scored a goal and thought everyone would be really pleased with me. Then they told me it was an own goal
Well, how was I to know? I was the fat, bespectacled lump who didn't do ball games but our PE teacher was convinced that, if she berated me sufficiently, I'd learn to love it. << Shudder >> She was quite wrong!
@ Ciderman
Keep your chin up 
dita wrote:Good afternoon Penny and Andere. Penny we had a great hour or two with the family, spent half the time playing games with my Grandaughter in the kitchen, have to make the most of it, do not see her too often. Meant to tell you about the other day when I got a message on my phone from my son, it was a pic of himself with his arm round Joanna LumleyPenny Do hope you ok, Keep chin up
Purrs to Lucy K and Andere and all.
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