Dear pickleball, You are a completely new sport to me, but you look like something that might be fun. I’ve had two beginner’s lessons so far but haven’t quite got the hang of hitting the ball with control. It doesn’t respond in the way that I am used to it responding in tennis, or squash, nor does it fly like a shuttlecock off a badminton racket. I am going to persevere though, because there seems to be quite popular here (amongst people of a certain age…).
Dear local supermarket, I just want to say thank you for always being cheerful at the checkout, and how much I appreciate having someone there to pack my bags for me.
Dear local coffee shop, I really enjoyed the live music last Friday evening. The sign said it was going to be Jazz, and that can come in many forms. Luckily it was the smooth variety, played on two guitars with a drum accompaniment, and was just loud enough to be able to hear it, but not to make it difficult to chat. The accompanying iced coffee was rather nice too.
Dear dog beach, On our most recent walk last weekend, we saw the interesting sight of dogs on paddle boards. I couldn’t decide if the owners were only on the paddle boards while the dogs learned how to do it themselves, or whether the dogs were always going to be passengers, enjoying the ride. Is this bringing a new meaning to the phrase ‘doggy paddle’?
Dear self, A whole set of Friday letters and not a grumpy one amongst them. Goodness.
Have a good Friday everyone.