The sun came out for three minutes this week and the nation’s thoughts immediately turned to:
…those 80’s ankle socks with the little pom pom at the back, jolly afternoons repeatedly whacking a green ball directly into (rather than over) the net – and chimpanzees scratching their bottoms on court.
Yep, it’s tennis season.
It’s no mean feat to endure a half hour of my 8mph serves, snow-covered lobs and loopy rallies. So it’s with GREAT delight that Sweeting’s Greetings salutes these two sporting stoics: Karen Woolland, who’s happy to thrash me 6 games to nil, whatever the weather – and Emily Whitehead who joined me for a knock-up today and is now stock-piling the excuses for the rest of the summer.
Now I only need one more sucker to make up a Friday Four…
