Thursday, 18 October 2007

15 love


Well, I had my first tennis lesson last night. I didn't fall over or lose my racquet or decapitate anyone or humiliate myself (a distinct possibility!).

It was great fun and brought back memories of long afternoons battering that ball against the Cowell's outside wall. I'm learning the mechanics of the forehand and also basics of serving - limited only by the flapping of the bingo wings!

Next week, it's all about the follow through!

4 comments:

Cacks said...

you been on the sunbed?

anniep said...

the follow through is soooo important

Hannah Smith said...

wow moira i know i havn't seen you in a while but the last time i saw you , you didnt look like that heehee

but well done =]

proud of you

Dadnarg said...

Hope playing tennis doesn't produce a behind like that !