There was blue sky above the bloody Estuary Wilds for Wednesday lunchtime. We both had a spare half hour.
Hey! How about some midweek wiff waff?
Sure.
The field was empty. This meant that I could empty my extreme potty mouth whenever a shot didn’t work out.
OH CHUFF, etc.
The grass around was wet. This led to the ball becoming a little water heavy. It wasn’t a game in which to turn to spin.
If in doubt, TWAT IT.
There goes the potty mouth.
A friendly dog approached us during a crucial point in the game. He lifted his right hind leg and pissed all over my table tennis bag.
The dirty dog, etc.
This put me off my stroke. I caved in, losing 3-2.
It was the tail that wagged the wiff waff dog.
