Anyone for tennis? Anyone?

The wife was in London this weekend visiting her sister so I was on duty, which is never anything less than an enlightening experience. Sorry about the unrelated picture. It's nice though isn't it? That's us up an expensive wooden tower in the middle of field...

Anyway, Olivia had her first tennis class (I hesitate to call it a lesson because I'm not entirely sure how much one man can teach 21 five-year-olds in an hour) and I have no idea if she liked it or not. As the wife points out, we'll only know next week by her reaction when we tell her it's tennis.

She's good like that - show no emotion, give nothing at all away. Don't know why. Lukey will literally jiggle up and down on the spot if he's excited by something. With Olivia it's so hard to tell. What chance do we stand, really.

I did learn that she is calling herself Olive, which should have been her real name had we not met with some parental resistance - not sure whose parents as both deny it now, but resistance there was otherwise we'd have done it.

So anyway, me and Luke were sat upstairs in this sports hall and we could hear the coach bellowing 'Olive' now and again. There could only be one person he was talking to. Quite why she's suddenly chosen to do this is anyone's guess.

She is a remarkable little girl, our daughter - very lovely, utterly infuriating, inspiring and a total pain in the bum, all in equal measures. What's she going to be like at 15?