Wednesday, 28 June 2006


I've been meaning to write this post for more than a week now. The segue text has changed several times since then.

I was going to tell you early last week that things are ramping up for The Championships, Wimbledon as shown by VMP's brother having dinner at the table next to Andre Agassi and associates.

Then late last week the signal was going to be that VMP, her parents and myself had dinner next to Lleyton Hewitt, Bec Cartwright, baby Mia and the rest of the posse.

Then on Monday it was going to be that Aten hates tennis, or at least tennis spectators because He hid the sun behind leaky clouds of moisture and only allowed 40 minutes of play on the first day of Wimbledon. Yet the people who slept on the street overnight for tickets and on the wet courts waiting for play to resume persisted through His joke and He has rewarded us with sun again.

But that was all the segue to the real point, which hasn't changed in the last week.

Tomorrow I've got the day off and will be spending the majority of it in Centre Court while people dressed in white get sweaty grunting at little furry balls... Or something like that.

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