So things were going great on Sunday night until we decided to play a game of basketball. It started out as a half court game of two on two which stretched out to four on four. The girls were doing pretty well (apart from the fact that we are netballers & forget that we can actually move with the ball & dribble - which meant we were constantly yelling out to each other “Remember, you can run with the ball!!”) until some of the tall guy started playing. Damn those 6 foot guys! Although the girls tended to get more baskets as we don’t rely on the backboard to score.
I like to call it skill!
Rob was playing in bare feet.
I like to call that stupidity.
Or it could be because he’s a boy.
And English (sorry Amy this is no reflection on you - it’s not your fault where you were born. And yes Amy‘s family, you can retaliate).
I came unstuck somewhere towards the end of the game (or it could have ended due to me) by pulling a muscle (at least that’s what we think I have done) in the back of my knee. I could manage to walk if I stayed on my toes but anything more than that was a no go.
Excellent!
I have no photo of the basketball game but feel compelled to put a photo with every post, so I have included one of Amy getting her breakfast.
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