squash sandwich

A game of squash, a lovely picnic, a game of squash. My kind of day.

But my worrrddddd do I ache now. The first game, with Mark, was extremely close, and therefore extremely tiring (can't remember the last time I felt that out of breath by the end of the 45 minutes), the second game, with Dad, wasn't especially close, but I refused to give up and kept on losing, steadily trying to figure how to improve!