Sports number, $1

Over fifteen daughters were born to various members of my boyfriend’s hockey club within a space of a few years, so it was really only a matter of time before he and his friend Mike found themselves coaching a junior side on Saturday mornings. But with half the side under the age of four, the girls can hardly run without breaking into a skip; perform a drill without sitting down in the middle of the field every now and then to talk dolls; or play a short game without nicking off when they suspect the bacon rolls being cooked on the sidelines might be ready. So I haven’t dipped into the huge basket of new sports numbers I found in an op shop. Not yet, anyway.