Kill or be killed…

We go France every year – and whilst there, have our annual ping pong tournament. The competition is fierce. There are tears, friendships broken, blood, sweat, mood swings – it’s kill or be killed on the courts. I lost to my sisters boyfriend in the final last year and it’s been eating me alive for the past 365 days. That’s until last week, where I destroyed him in straight sets. The trophy’s back where it belongs – roll on next years tournament!

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