We headed towards the Sports Hall with a plan, and that was helping with the armoury for an hour and then going for a S&C session. Instead, we ended up sitting on the floor, cleaning foil and epée blades with toilet paper dipped in acetone, organising jackets and bridges in two piles that will never again be this tidy, testing and repairing wires from all sorts, putting pistes into boxes and, finally, eating pizza and charging the club for that.
What happened?
PS: Sinners tomorrow is going to be hell fucked up. I am already playing War Child in my mind.
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