No, not the movie. Me. Squash yesterday left it marks. On my face. Two possible explanations. One. I got slapped in the face with the racket. Two. I run into a racket. Well, as it never happened before it was most likely a combination of the above. As I couldn’t see my own face while on court, I didn’t really understand why Bastiaan was laughing at the marks on my face, until I saw myself in the changing room mirror… *hahahaha* I sure was a funny sight! :-)
The people in the supermarket where I had to do some shopping not long after the match seemed to agree… People were looking a bit weird at me. I couldn’t blame them. Three big red stripes on my forehead and my nose was all big and red. I would have smiled as well if I saw someone with a racket print on his face! ;-)
This morning I expected the red marks to have disappeared, but they are still there… plus there appeared a couple of little bumps on my forehead and nose. Well, if they are still there tomorrow, at least I have a heroic story to tell at work! ;-)

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