From Grrrrr to Brrrrr – seeing Red to seeing White – hot temper to brain freeze … outdoors, indoors, outside my body, inside my head. Such a thin, thin line between extremes. Poles apart … yet the ground can be covered in less than ten minutes!
Reading aloud an excerpt from your autobiography. That sudden and unmistakable look of surprise on your face is a dead giveaway that you didn’t write it!
Quietly proud. Training on the beach with a group of wonderful people who three months ago wouldn’t have been able to keep up with the session. Secretly thinking ‘A little bit of that is down to me!’ It feels good to make a difference.
Smart trousers, polished shoes, long-sleeved pressed shirt, no tie … regular clothes tipping my world into a different era … worn by my baby boy heading for his first university interview! Magic.
Sounds of Grieg gently probe each nook and corner of the room, surprised occasionally by the intermittent percussive snoring of the Golden, stretched out and dreaming; ever-so-light rhythmic clunking noises emanate from upstairs, evidence of a boy’s piano practice, headphones on; no pings or crashes, thumps or yells, not even a voice … Home … in the middle of a deep sigh.
‘Snow’ sounds cold and somewhat negative, don’t you think? Shnee (shne-eh) sounds a lot more fun. There’s something about that word that always makes me smile – maybe because it sounds like Snow plus a couple of G&Ts.
If the tennis ball at the receiving end of Rafa Nadal’s forehand could feel dizzy, it would feel like the inside of my head right now.