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The waiting game is something we do in my house when Abbi is playing tennis abroad. After each match she will text through the score and just hanging around, wondering how she is doing is murder, especially the long matches. I try to get on with stuff and keep occupied but am constantly waiting on the phone to buzz - as it has done in the middle of lectures; meetings; cooking and even when I am in the shower. But how else would we have it? As this song says, days are never long enough because all too soon your kids are up and grown and have flown... Yesterday I played a full football match in the same team as Dan. I didn't do much, to be honest but I made myself available, linked up the play and sprayed a few balls around. Some things you never forget but while the head can do it the legs don't go at the same pace anymore and when it hurts it hurts more. Still, I had some fun, am stiff this morning but that's ok - I am stiff most mornings but hey we won 2-0 and Dan set up both goals. But as I type this now Abbi is playing tennis in Istanbul and she has been on court a very long time - so not only is it a long match but she is so far away and not every match can be won so if she loses its a long way off for picking up the pieces. This song is a little rough in the recording but I have tickets to see them both in Brighton - me and Dan, with my next door neighbour Alasdair, how cool is that... but wait, 3 hours on court and the text has arrived, I quote, 'I am the marathon queen! 4 in the 3rd!' (which for non-tennis players means it was a set each and she won the 3rd set 6-4) - firstly phew, then yay! Istanbul is a long way off, it's 30c and slightly overcast - humid and sticky - but she feels just fine and that's just fine by me.
