Had an unusual Monday night as a young chap called Chris Simpson came to stay for a few days. He is the son in law of our Harrogate chums, David & Mandy, and is a professional squash player. Currently coming back from a hip operation, so having to play in qualifying rounds of tournaments where he’s usually straight in the main draw.
And the Wimbledon Club happened to be hosting a squash championship thingy…. so there we were, parked on some arse-numbing wooden benches, watching his second qualifying match out of three..
Delighted to report that Hawksey’s supportive bellowing (very frowned on by the plums-up-their-bums SW19 squash aficionados) did the trick and he beat the foot-taller younger fella, 3-1.
Excuse the blurry photo, that there squash isn’t half a fast game!
And as he then had a full day of hanging around today, I stepped in as surrogate Mum and did his very sweaty laundry. Oh the glamour. And how many headbands?
Poor Chris is right now mid game against the hardest chap in the draw, while my butt is firmly attached to the sofa after a rather busy day – but hoping he’s doing better than he thought. Fingers crossed folks x