Yesterday our tennis match took us south of Niort, an hour and a half drive away and it was my turn to drive. I played my single's match and won but I had to play a double's match straight away. It was in the second set when I was running backwards and looking up that my feet tangled round each other and I fell very heavily on my right side. It hurt. We were playing outside on a hard court so there was nothing to cushion my fall. I did what I always tell children to do when they fall over and started counting. Un, deux, trois,....I had reached huit by the time the other players had gathered round to see if I was alright and for a moment there I believe they thought I was delirious with my counting, At ten I got up and said I was fine. I lied of course, I hurt everywhere and blood was pouring from a cut elbow.
I continued playing but a few minutes later I hit myself rather spectacularly at the base of my nose with my own racquet. I now know why my father always told us that if we were attacked to hit the attacker hard at the bottom of the nose. The pain surpassed the other pain I was suffering. Our opponents were shaking their heads. Who was this crazy woman? I finished the game, which we lost and then went to the ladies room to inspect the damage. My hand and wrist were swollen and already bruised. My elbow had an angry cut on it and was still bleeding. My thigh had a saucer size bruise on it and for some inexplicable reason my fingers were bleeding. There was no mirror so I couldn't look at my nose but it hurt like hell as did everything else.
The bright side is that once again I didn't break anything and although I am suffering today and the bruising looks hideous I am sure by tomorrow I will be running round the court again, a bit stiffly maybe.
On the drive back yesterday I had to contend with three French ladies all talking at once and disagreeing as to what route I should take. As a result I got lost trying to follow their directions round Niort and was admonished for my efforts, and as it turned out they were all wrong. Hey ho never a dull moment.
So according to Trump he has been completely exonerated. A bit of fudging going on with the Attorney General methinks.
I continued playing but a few minutes later I hit myself rather spectacularly at the base of my nose with my own racquet. I now know why my father always told us that if we were attacked to hit the attacker hard at the bottom of the nose. The pain surpassed the other pain I was suffering. Our opponents were shaking their heads. Who was this crazy woman? I finished the game, which we lost and then went to the ladies room to inspect the damage. My hand and wrist were swollen and already bruised. My elbow had an angry cut on it and was still bleeding. My thigh had a saucer size bruise on it and for some inexplicable reason my fingers were bleeding. There was no mirror so I couldn't look at my nose but it hurt like hell as did everything else.
The bright side is that once again I didn't break anything and although I am suffering today and the bruising looks hideous I am sure by tomorrow I will be running round the court again, a bit stiffly maybe.
On the drive back yesterday I had to contend with three French ladies all talking at once and disagreeing as to what route I should take. As a result I got lost trying to follow their directions round Niort and was admonished for my efforts, and as it turned out they were all wrong. Hey ho never a dull moment.
So according to Trump he has been completely exonerated. A bit of fudging going on with the Attorney General methinks.
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