I woke up on the sofa with a hangover. I still had a dead keen attitude to play tennis though. And so I did. I got my bro, Erkan, over and we smashed around for a power hour. It was so warm that I managed to pop my tee off and break into a solid sweat. Chasing each ball down like it was the winning point.

It’s funny playing without our tennis coach around. Erkan moans about the fact that I don’t hit the ball directly to him. Lazy bum. Whereas, if the coach is around he moves to the ball like a pro. Maybe he’s just trying to show off and flirt with the coach?

When I returned to the house and into the shower, the worries of the evening before were gone. My wife gave me a smile and a kiss. A nod of acknowledgement that the evening before’s indiscretion is behind us.

I’m so happy to put nights like that behind us and then be able to enjoy the Sunday. We took the kids for lunch and had a gay old time.

Cheers to everything being all ok in the world of my wife and I.