This blog has been fairly infrequent this year, and it’s time to admit I’m unlikely to write anything during the summer.

That’s because I’m more preoccupied with table tennis activities than I expected, and the quiet moments when I would like to be thinking about life and age are instead filled with wondering what’s next on my to-do list. Principally, I’ve been busy setting up a new, city-wide short-format table tennis league for the summer, and planning changes for the regular sessions I organise when the church we play in is finally sold.

Exciting possibilities, but also time-consuming and distracting.

So forgive me for a few more quiet months, I hope to be back in thinking and writing mode in the autumn!

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