Tennis, steak and poo.

Finn came home from tennis tonight, very pleased that his serve hit the spot everytime. I went off to my lesson, knowing that I barely ever get the ball over the net with my serve. Everything went wrong. Too much to think about. Hand postition, leg position, which foot moves forward for a front lob, different one for a back hand lob, don't swing the racquet back, keep your eye on the ball, follow through your shots...................I just wanted to go home. I either missed the ball or hit it with any bit of the racquet other than the strings. Was getting embarrassing. Then he decided it was time for a doubles match. (So we have to count as well?). I won my every serve and we won two games in a row. Ok so none of us could manage more than a 3 shot rally, but it was good fun. I'm off work tomorrow (I've worked 9 days since we got here, so I need a wee rest) and Margaret and I will have a game tomorrow morning.
Came home in time to have dinner with the family and Spooks workmate Dylan, who is here to commission the plant. He and Spook have been working closely and sharing some pretty nasty hands on work. He's an engineer employed to design it, not scrape poo off the sides of the machine., but they've impressed each other with their willingness to get on with it. A real nice guy and not just because he brought me a small bottle of Milford New Zealand Whisky.