This is the bad kind of husband beating, I’m afraid – not the fun kind where I get to do a victory dance. I was holding my own against Jeegar in a squash (lost first game 11 – 8, but that’s not the worst) until I SMASHED a ball into his face. Cue huge swelling, worries about breaking his nose again, leaking eyes from Jeegar, hysteria and massive guilt from me. And he still recovered enough to thrash me. (Heart not in it after that.)
It is now a month to go, but fortunately none of the rest of the team have been training either. Though Sally has her natural fitness to fall back on, and Jeegar may say that he is not training but he still goes and runs for two hours without thinking anything of it.
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