Lunchtime excursion 1 – tennis soup

There were two types of soup at the tennis club cafe – lime green and bright orange. They tasted the same.  The occasional sound of laughter and lovely plocking of tennis balls outside made up for the dreadful soup.  I wondered about the identity of the owners of the two racquets on the wall.

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