I've been helping out at the beach with the paralympics these past three days, in the golf area, and I must have done quite well, since everyone seems to think I'm the best volunteer they've had. All I was doing was asking people in the golf area to fill out this registration form, and writing in the corner of the forms how many people were in that group, so one adult signs a form, I write four to include his wife (sadly no husbands) and two kids. It gave a more accurate count of who was actually doing the golf, or rather just how many visitors there were.
As a result of being a 'super star' as Pete, one of the instructors called me, I got to go out on a boat and look at the sailing in the harbor. That was brilliant. And today I got told to contact the other instructor, Steve, to get a level one golf coaching degree. So yeah, I do sport now.
In other news, I was called 'sir' on Monday! I was checking bus times for my school journey to sixth form, with my back to the bus that was just stationary, and the driver asked 'can I help you, sir?'
I need to point out how much I've been longing to hear that.
I turned around, and I could see him trying to work out whether to apologise or not, and instantly started talking, using my best and deepest Sherlock voice (my voice is already deep enough to get by, but that extra kick hurts no one). It really made me feel better since I'd been coping with 'talk to that woman over there' or 'miss' or 'she' all day and was starting to feel a little edgy.
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