Planet Mad

I managed to blag my way out of the usual Monday night snooker at the Legion, pleading the excuse that the excitement might kill me. Instead I planned some lessons, thereby ensuring that death from over-excitement was a distant threat. However, I had quite a feckful evening (the opposite of 'feckless', since you ask) and so have spent all today teaching lessons that were planned in advance, which makes a pleasant change! This afternoon sees me "supervising" a tennis session - in reality this requires me to sit in the sun, reading a book and occasionally shouting out encouraging things like, "Good shot!" and, "Well hit!" Tough life, eh?!