The Summer sun shone down caressing the back of my neck, the warm late-afternoon breeze blew in from the sea, and the distinct zip and pop of green balls echoed around the courts as I watched my soon-to-be-seven year old squealing with glee in his first tennis lesson.
I'd say that I have absolutely no idea what's happened to the past seven weeks, but that would be a lie! A fractured wrist doesn't sound that serious or too much of an injury, but in all honesty it has been one of the hardest things to recover from that I've had to deal with. I was lucky to have the surgery and receive such brilliant after-care, but April has past by in a whirlwind of surgery, appointments and physiotherapy. Being unable to use both arms has been frustrating and there have been many tears. I have a completely different appreciation and more understanding now for the children in school with broken arms!
The thought of trying to do this post properly is way too much to deal with! I know that I've taken a photo every day because, unable to crochet and do my daily row for my Sky Blanket, I've photographed the sky to record the colour and be able to play catch up at another time. What it does show is that actually the past seven weeks have been quite sunny and we've had some lovely blue skies. The first photo is from today, the last photo is from dawn on the day after I'd broken my wrist and was returning from hospital at 6am.
To add to the abundance of blue skies, I've also got a smattering of photos of normal life; flowers from friends, days out from before my accident and play in the garden or crafting with The Boy.
I can't wait to get back to normality!
Despite not being very athletic as a child, there were a few sports that I really did enjoy taking part in; namely tennis and swimming.
As The Boy is getting older, I am keen to involve him in sports to ensure that he has a healthy attitude to keeping fit with exercising being the norm. I am acutely aware though that, just like his father and I, he is not a big fan of rough and tumble sports or even competitive team games. I've spotted him on the playground playing football with his friends, and it's fair to say that other than kicking the ball, he doesn't have a clue about the rules!
It's proved a bit of a challenge to find sporty activities for him that he'll engage in. He's started swimming regularly with daddy, and goes to gymnastics every Sunday, but the one he's passionate about has eluded us.
That is until the opportunity to experience tennis came along!
As I've previously moaned, last week I broke my wrist, fracturing both my ulna and radius, and this has resulted in me having my radius surgically fixed with a plate screwed into both bits of the fractured bone. When my mum fractured her humerous eight years, I hadn't realised quite how restrictive it was, BUT I DO NOW!
I'm quite a slow person.
I don't mean to be self-deprecating or derogatory in any way (how odd that I'm apologising to myself in case I'm offended by own blog post), it's just that I'm not the quickest firecracker in the box.
It's that time of year again when the spectacular that is Disney On Ice takes to arenas around Britain to showcase some of the best choreography set to the familiar and comforting world of magical, childhood music. This year is the Silver anniversary commemorating a wonderful 25 years of magical ice-dancing, and the show this year will see Mickey and Minnie Mouse take audiences to four far-away lands in one action-packed ice adventure: the African Pride Lands with The Lion King's Simba, Timon and Pumbaa; voyage deep under the sea to The Little Mermaid's mystical underwater kingdom; tour London with Peter Pan and Wendy before flying to Neverland to join Tinker Bell and the lost boys; before being whisked away to the wintery wonderland of Frozen's Arendelle for an extraordinary adventure with Anna and Elsa.