It's that time of year again! As in the time when I have to struggle through the left over piping and old sheets of wood, that I needed for that school project that one time three years ago, and find that badminton set, covered in cobwebs and dust. A quick wipe down and the worst appears over...
Alas, no. Next comes the task of deciding where to put it so that no one faces into the sun and no one faces a window. We choose the back lawn. No, we can't put it there! comments my dad. It's just been composted! Eventually we decide that we're going to put it there regardless of his anguish.
The net is somehow always folded away perfectly so we don't have a problem putting that in but banging in the hooks to hold the poles in is a little harder. First comes the argument of who's going to do it. No one trusts me with a mallet (hello, I'm 15, I'm sure I'd be fine!!) so my dad takes control, only to promptly hit his own thumb. Smooth, real smooth!
Finally after adjusting it five or six times, the badminton net is up and level enough so that there can be no accusations of cheating and the court has been marked out using a very long tape measure and string (did I mention we take it very seriously?!). I'm now just looking forward to the day someone forgets there's piece of string between two hooks and trips over backwards.... :D
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