I seem to have woken up today just as sore and battered as if I had actually played hockey on pitch with the girls over the three day weekend – ow!
Apparently my 'movement stamina' is very low – so even jigging like an old bag on the dance floor and lifting my pint of lager top up and down has obviously challenged my out-of-practice muscles – still, they obviously needed the workout.
Weather was better than expected – check out the girls sprawling by one of the pitches with our giant 'lunch box' ('is that a box that has lunch in it'? was one of the clever questions of the weekend).
And of course didn't we look luscious in our Beatles outfits – it was the Sevenoaks theme for the weekend, chosen by the host club, so we dressed accordingly. Slightly miffed therefore to be told by our tour host that 'you look like men' – since when were the Beatles 4 bloody women?? And have they bothered to look at a few of their female players lately? Cheeky gits.
Good to be back home to a shower that I can walk straight into, rather than the hotel one that required entry like a crab, sideways on – cheers girls for a taste of normality. Scotty x