When my OH recently appeared in the garden holding a shuttlecock and two rackets I thought 'oh no, not sport'. I tried to look enthusiastic and reckoned that ten minutes of me missing the hit would be enough to dampen sporting endeavours.
I had no idea that it would actually be quite enjoyable. It's like tennis for lazy people because there is hardly any running involved. I even returned quite a few hits. It just goes to show that sometimes it is better to try than automatically say no.
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