We played badminton at the leisure centre this afternoon. Four of us; two men, two women, all different ages. We are not great badminton players. We hit the shuttlecock to each other, we dipped and ran. No one kept score. Everyone played against each other. We laughed at each other’s faults and foibles, our missteps and errors. It grew hot, but we played on although each of us grew damp with sweat, hair stuck out, trousers glued to legs and we began to tire. We kept going, for each other and for the sheer, joyous fun of it.