Rackets at the Ready

Let battle commence!

It was another epic tussle between two giants (well, two unknowns really.. but let's not get side-tracked!). Three games. 3 winners!.. well actually no, just one. ME! Monkey powered through the lob shots, the deft drop shots, the exploding shuttlecocks, the old but kindly women walking across the court, to emerge victorious for the second week on the trot.

It was not without incident. Jack, as ever a gracious & worthy opponent, took a shot to the eye ball after one of my shots flew of his own racket, leaving him dazed & perplexed. Needless to say, it didn't help his chances & the final game raced away. I just hope his eye isn't as bruised as his pride tomorrow morning.

And the prize I hear you asking...?! Remember that exploding shuttlecock? It has been pieced back together & will sit, with pride, upon Monkey's desk tomorrow.