Mike's musings

Sunday, September 02, 2007

Middle-aged exercise injury

(backposting) We thought we'd try somewhere else, so we went to Daymer beach. Fewer shops (one total) than Polzeath, and the tide was out. But that turned out to be a good thing, because we played beach cricket:

Me - 17 no, but playing against the new ball

Polly - 14, bowled Jim (?), caught me

Lee - 18, should have retired hurt (see below)

Jim - 21, and that was playing right-handed half the time (he usually bats left-handed)

Lee tried a sweep, pulled a muscle (dorsal something or other). The reverse sweep the next ball didn't help.

After we got back, Jo and I had a discussion. The nub of it was this:

Jo: Why did we go to the beach.

Me: To have a good time.

Jo: Why did we have good time?

Me: We went to do fun and exciting things. Is the beach exciting?

Jo: No.

Me: Really?

Jo: Do you know what's exciting? Maps.

Me: *silence*

So, I took a map to show her, and we talk through it, and it's true: she finds maps exciting. She's only 2 and a half: you've got to worry about that.

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