Two weeks after our first table tennis game, I was back at Mr C's today for a visit.

As the day got much nicer than how it began, I decided to leg it to see Mr C rather than wheel it. He was a bit off colour but as we chatted, he started feeling better. And even though he wasn't as sprightly as last time, he was up for a game.

I could blame the sun in my eyes, but really he did get the better of me. I have to keep going back till I can get a win now don't I?