Tim Dowling: it’s my father’s 95th birthday, and he wants a game of tennis

A high-intensity tennis match with ‘the boys’ and fond memories of girls in bloomers: the trials of keeping up with Dad as he turns 95

At 8am, I wake up in my brother’s old bedroom in Connecticut, on my father’s 95th birthday. Downstairs, I find my brother sitting with his nine-month-old twin sons, looking broken. I stare at the empty chair where my father is normally to be found. I walk out of the room, and back in again. Two little identical heads track my movement.

“Where is he?” I ask.

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