Thrashed & Smelly

OK, so I was thrashed and, with apologies to Kingsley Amis, my body feels like i’ve been beaten up by the Russian Secret Police, but I managed to make it through my first game of squash in nearly 20 (!) years relatively unscathed.

We’ve run out of ground coffee in the office so today I’ve brought in a bean grinder from home. Given ground coffee is one of my favourite smells, the Punch office today has been full of chat about what smells flick other people’s switches. Responses have ranged from ‘new hardback books’ to ‘gingerbread’ and, the weirdest in my opinion, ‘old church halls’. Nutters, the lot of them…

Squash: The Fear

I’m heading out to play squash later this evening with a friend locally – and I have the fear something terrible.

Firstly, with the business having taken up so much of my time outside family life over the last 12 months, my fitness regime has suffered. Just a year ago I used to swim a mile two or three times every week- now I’m lucky if i get down to the pool once a month.

Also, I have played a little squash before and my enduring memory is that it’s not the opponent or the ball you have to watch, it’s the wall (which, I recall, is pretty hard).

Finally, my dad did his achilles heel in whilst playing squash – and told me it both felt and sounded as he imagines it might to be shot.

So, I’m completely terrified. Should be a lovely evening out…

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