the reunion show

I really love a good reunion show. They always seem to be presented by the same man, who sits in the centre of a semi circle of sofas,


a change of use for the tennis courts

green tennis ball on court
Photo by Bogdan Glisik on

How long are two years, and yet how short?

When twenty four months can bring so much change

I think as I walk through the tennis courts

Way too expensive to play on, in another life,

I would dream of setting foot on the polished green,

Watching the women married to bankers,

Kids in the creche, never worked a day in their life.

But now, things are so different; I can walk

Through the nets and sit down with sleeve

Rolled to my shoulder for a vaccine we didn’t

Know we would need, but that was before,

When those courts underfoot were way out of reach.

I went to have my booster vaccine the other day and it was on the tennis courts attached to a really fancy hotel in my home town. They are indoor courts and the kind of place where rich kids go to have private lessons on Saturday mornings. In short, it’s a place I normally don’t belong.

But the world isn’t normal any more, is it?

It is strange though, that I felt a little bit like I was trespassing into a world that I don’t belong in. I even had a laugh with Noah when I left, saying that I should have had my vaccine out on the outdoor courts in the wind and the rain.

This brave new world is opening unexpected new doors – both good and bad.

Much Love

Rachel xx