I didn’t sleep at all well, so after seeing J off with directions to Stuart’s church, I head back to bed for a snooze, before finally emerging in time for one of K’s most excellent roast dinners.
R does her best in graciously defeating me on every Wii game she’s mastered, but whilst the humiliation of not being able to hit a baseball smarts, at least I should have burned off…oh mayber half a Yorkshire pudding?
One question troubles me though, why can I not serve in Wii tennis, without also miming throwing a ball in the air?
As K and J almost fall off the sofa laughing (strange how they couldn’t be persuaded to join in…), I reflect that it’s a good job that I resigned myself years ago to the fact that my purpose on this earth is to provide endless moments of schadenfreude for others.
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I throw the ball up too! I thought you ahd to..how do you serve otherwise? No-one told me.....
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