It has been a very long time since I played tennis. I think it has been about oh maybe a year. 365 days. I dug out my racquets and shoes and looked at them warily. I seriously have never gone so long without hitting the ball in my life. I have little faith in them that they will last tomorrow. After all, they have been sitting in situ for the past year. I wonder whether there are any dead bugs in my tennis bag.

So here I am, having showered after Zouk, where the girls are still there and the memorable moment of the night was bumping into weirdo Muay Thai boy, holding one of my racquets in my hand attempting to change the overgrip because it is powdery and old. Surprise, surprise, the new over grip I am attempting to put on is ALSO powdery (old age) and I lost the sticker end so I got the use the old one already on the racquet. Somehow, I think this means that tomorrow will not go through very well. I wonder whether I can remember how to hit the ball. Clay court some more. Sigh.