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The adventures and life of a Specialist Nurse in Upper GI and Bariatric surgery. If you then double and triple this by having a primary school age child AND being married to another Nurse then you have double the trouble….aehm I mean fun. Hobbies are playing chess, board games and being taxi for our son!!!

Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this blog are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

TennisParentLife

  • Frome, Fumes and Questionable Lines: A Weekend Tennis Tale

    Disclaimer This blog contains mild sarcasm, tennis-parent angst, and descriptions of U9 line-calling behaviours that may cause involuntary eye-rolling. No actual children were harmed, only a few parental blood-pressure readings. A Slight Change of Plans… Because Of Course This weekend’s original plan was: relax, recover, maybe do absolutely nothing.But then the weekly email from the Read more

  • A Yeovil Showdown: Tears, Tantrums & Tennis Triumphs

    And just like that, we’ve hung up the mini rackets for a little while. Last weekend marked the last tennis tournament for the next 4–6 weeks — and where better to take a breather than the sunny(ish) courts of Yeovil? We picked Yeovil for a few very sensible reasons: The Pre-Game Ritual Like any seasoned Read more

  • Backhanded Compliments and Cheeky McD’s: Bideford, Round 2

    Disclaimer: All post-match snacks were ethically sourced from the McFlurry machine. No rackets were harmed in the making of this blog. Additional Disclaimer: Fish may have been shared. Chips were not. Last weekend saw us return to the sunny (and slightly smug) courts of Bideford for another round of U9 tennis — same ARC venue, Read more

  • Return to the ARC – U9 Tennis, Scorching Sun & Court 3 Superstardom

    Well, we’re back. Not just from Bideford, North Devon, but back at that special venue — the Atlantic Racquet Centre (ARC), where our son played his first ever tournament just over a year ago. Back then it was U8s, big nerves, little rackets, and a slightly confused parent brigade googling what “Red ball” meant. Fast Read more