Finn had his school athletics day to day. We cycled to the sports ground at 8.30am and were cold (he had shorts on). Within 10 mins of being there, the day had already warmed up. Now I know why there are so few orange haired kids in Fort William. They're all in Wanaka. Why did we ever worry? I had a helluva time trying to identify him once he moved amongst the crowds. Between fancy wee hats and ginger hair all over the place. He enjoyed the day and I enjoyed seeing his friends. Really liked Thomas. Pity he lives a bit further out of town.
Had to go back to the tennis club after tea for a hit around. The VERY lovely Aussie coach introduced himself, shook hands with the children and said they should come along for beginners coaching next week. I signed up immediately for myself (got to encourage the children). My session is at 6pm and the childrens one is at 4pm. Without them realising what was happening, he'd won them over and they both agreed to go. There's no way I could have persuaded them. But honest to goodness, getting Finn to apply his skills, and make the effort to get out there, is hard. And getting Meg to not play baseball with a tennis racquet, will be a miracle.
Whether the sole earner in the family will want to pay for his Stepford wife to hang out down the tennis club swooning over the coach is another matter......
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