Well kind of.
The two older kids decided that they would like to play tennis this summer so I took them down yesterday to buy racquets. (is that the correct way to spell it?)
I haven't bought a tennis racquet for many years. Some things never change though. You find the size grip you are comfortable with, then the weight needs to feel right and the price needs to be right for Mums wallet. Not too cheap and nasty and not too expensive because you will look like a tosser.
We played hours of front yard tennis, hitting the ball with monotonous regularity into the neighbours gardens and spent ages searching for lost balls amongst the shrubbery.
I was in my element, reliving my glory days of the Sunnyside tennis club, playing juniors in the morning and B special in the afternoon. Reminiscing about the sponge cakes at the Natimuk tennis club and the jelly slice at lawn. I lived and breathed tennis.
Thankfully the kids took it all in and marvelled (cough cough) at my tennis tales.
We even ventured to the courts in the evening for a "real hit". Now days most of the courts are kept under lock and key. There is only one dodgy set left open for learners like us.
I do declare the hit was a success although my youngest was complaining last night of a sore thumb on his tennis hand.
As we speak the kids are out the front again, perfecting their dodgy swings and fighting about who has to retrieve the balls.
On second thoughts, I think Roger might be safe for a few more seasons.