The funny sayings, mannerisms and other idiosyncracies
of our dear old Dad, Kerr Kirkwood (1927-2007).
Wednesday, 1 August 2012
Catching tennis balls
Found myself with Aidan this afternoon in Dukes Ave garden with a tennis ball and racket and started to play catch. It recalled those endless summers evenings when we all used to stand at intervals in the back garden and Dad would punt ball after ball for us all to catch. No matter how weak or errant our throws back to him, he always seemed to get it back with out having to move.