Sporting times

This year I must play tennis.

I've just bought tennis rackets in bulk, signed up at the local tennis club, learned the name of the tennis coach and spent an eye-watering amount of money.

So, now I'm obliged to play. There's nothing like financial investment to concentrate the mind!

Today was the 'associations' day where all the local clubs get together in one place and make themselves available for registration and information. It's a great way to get moving at the beginning of the 'year'. The Maire considers every occasion a good one for an aperitif, and as we got there late, the aperitif was in full swing. This made the whole event even more pleasurable, although I think I left my cheque book at the tennis club. Was it the effect of quaffing 'muscat de Lunel' at the same time as signing on to play tennis?

I have been trying to enthuse my eldest with the idea of scouting. It would be a terrific experience for him and enable him to have adventures and share character-building activities with his peers and the young men who provide leadership. We are going on a scouting picnic tomorrow so he gets the feel of it. One of his pals from school is a scout, so the omens are good, especially as this lad seems to be a very nice boy, if you know what I mean!

My youngest is signed up for swimming lessons - vital in this part of the world where every other person has a swimming pool and the sea is 35 minutes away. So the boys will be able to be busy, and also have time to get bored (so important!).

I look forward to a more active year and cast off my couch potato tum!