Boy Three has had a ball, first with his cousins, then with his friend C.
Now we traveled from here to London to see C and her parents R and J. Quite a long way. R is a school friend of the Panther from their, allegedly, bad old days in Yorkshire.
C kindly asked Boy Three to join her at her holiday tennis camp, particularly because she has lots of fun with her coach Paul.
When we arrived Paul looked a bit familiar. And that's because we worked together on the Scottish edition of a national newspaper some seven or eight years ago. What are the chances?
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