We watched Novak Djokovic beat Rafael Nadal, in four sets. Which is amazing. Two great players. And, at moments, possibly some of the best tennis ever seen in a Wimbledon final?
We used to watch Wimbledon when I was a child. My mother loved it. We would come home from school and there would be a salad tea ready, with strawberries and cream, or more usually milk, which was fine. I still prefer my strawberries with milk or yoghourt.
And we would all watch the current match. It seemed more magical then. I don't know whether that is simply because I am older and tireder, or because there is so much money in the game now - money and fame.
It had a charm about it too that it doesn't seem to have now.
Col was off butterflying (see The Captain's Log), while I went to the meeting at the Kingdom Hall - being taught the word of Jehovah - and then went on to visit Maggie who is still convalescing. Jen was there. Then I rushed back, via the supermarket - for the obligatory strawberries - to watch the Final.
We - Capt.B, Jacks and myself - went to Tom and Jill's for supper on Saturday. Roast lamb and a strawberry pastry. Jill is a wonderful cook. And we had champagne - before supper - in their walled garden. A perfect summer evening. Or as perfect as you can get until the earth is transformed under the rulership of the Kingdom of God.
And I got a lovely email from a guy on my magazine route.
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