Squash and a broken leg

Hey all,

Before I start, I'd like to clarify that I myself have not broken my leg - don't worry mother.

The weekend started off rather tame, with no hockey matches taking place on the Saturday, due to the Turi games on Wednesday, in which the mighty under 11A's drew 3-3 in and enthralling game. The main excitement of the weekend happened on Sunday when myself and the under 13 girls squash team headed off to Banda in Nairobi to take place in the IAPS girls squash tournament. The morning didn't start off too great, as my alarm didn't go off at 6:30am as planned, so I was tremendously late for the bus which was scheduled to leave at 6:45am...oh well! I didn't have great expectations for the girls, but they did remarkably well and came 3rd and 5th out of 6 teams. I was a very proud coach. I was amazed we managed to even win a game!

Now to the broken leg. Every Monday evening, all the gaps have to organize an activity for the junior school (year 1s to year 4s), called Manic Mondays. Now this normally entails us running around, and them chasing us, tackling us to the ground and trying their hardest to pretty much kill us. However, tonight's didn't go to plan. We had a couple of twisted ankles whilst playing british bulldogs, and one of the kids fell awkwardly having had a piggy back off another child, and subsequently broke his leg! Well that's what we suspect at the moment. He's getting checked out in Nairobi tomorrow. A lot of drama though, which all the other kids thrived off. They all love a good bit of gossip, to the extent of one of them spreading that he had actually died. Oh dear.

Night all.

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