To the Table of Dreams! …early on Saturday morning. We were fresh (or not so fresh) from dropping off a load of trash at the monthly bulk refuse collection point. The Table of Dreams was within our sights. This was too good an opportunity to miss.
Also making the most of the early morning was one of the hens in the nearby Coop. She was making a right old racket, rejoicing in the fact that she had just laid an egg. Well done you.
My playing partner was a little lame. Don’t scroll down to the final score if you want to see an average table tennis player being trolled in real time.
She made a lame excuse that her contact lenses were in back to front. As a non-contact lens wearer I can’t see how that is possible. My excuse was the big fat dog who ran up beside me, took a slight 45-degree detour, and then did a massive dump. The dirty dog etc.
A fat wasp also hovered over us throughout the game. This was pretty weird. We tried to get a look to see why it was so fat. Was it pregnant? Do wasps get pregnant? Nope. Eggs, innit. We still had no idea as to why the lard arse yellow and black thing was so obese.
It wasn’t even 9 am yet and still the young footballers were warming up right in the middle of the heat. It looked bloody hard work.
We had a little extra time than usual. We decided to play on in what was quite an epic game. The final scoreline of a 4-1 defeat to me doesn’t tell the full story. I’m not sure what the full story is to be honest.
