During the Easter holidays, I found myself in a slightly embarrassing position. I was at the Lawn Tennis Association’s headquarters in London with Helen, my eldest daughter.
For the past few months, my seven-year-old daughter, Helen, has been badgering me for tennis lessons. The catalyst for this was a blogger event we participated in earlier this year as guests of the Lawn Tennis Association and BritMums.
As a kid, I played some tennis. In fact as a teenager, my family had collective lessons for a short while; mother, stepfather and I on the tennis court together (my brothers being too young). Alas, I put down my tennis racket at about the age of 14 and have barely touched one since. Regular
My wife and youngest daughter went to a supermarket café for lunch yesterday. There’s no question they got the rough end of the deal as Helen and I spent the day in Birmingham watching the Davis Cup doubles tennis match between Great Britain and Japan. This wasn’t just any old tennis match, however, oh no.
