Every day making my bed

Filtering through the misfiring game some thoughts. Living in  a life without meaning as the song of one of my 70s favourites goes….  It’s January stormy windy and wet outside. Difficult to get any rythmn going. Still turning up, chopping wood, carrying

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Post Wimbledon blues – Always like never before

Watching the world’s best is bad for my tennis. Perfection unreachable. Every year – Always like never before, mind the gap between the professional and the wanna be. Thurs after Wimbledon. Third time back on court. Maybe it’s the coaching

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