...that looked as if it would never end. Five hours of arduous play and incredible tension. I was not only on the edge of my seat, I was having to leave the room, often, because the tension in the Wimbledon Men's Singles final was intense.
I was watching the broadcast with my Pa, Sue and Grahame and then Anne-Marie rolled up later with George.
However many Pimm's later, and towards the end of the thrashing game, it was like watching two tenacious beat-up dogs with a bone - neither intending to give it up.
I was outnumbered in a room full of Federer supporters (what's new? Laura likes the underdog, always) This is the thing, I had decided that Djokovic was going to win - that morning. Placed a bet? No. Duh!
After the ridiculously insane rally, in whichever set, of more than thirty returns I started to feel for Federer. I mean, there gets to a point in a match were two such high ranking opponents can only gain off each other's mistakes and level of tiredness.
The slow-mo splits slide, by Djokovic, was utterly Borg-like. He looked like a giraffe taking a fall. Very graceful.
Anyway, my eye was on Djokovic. Really, it came to a point when it would seem only fair for them both to win the title.
Well, now there's Borg and Djokovic who have both won the title five times. Tennis playing 'giraffes' are cool. I fancied Borg and I fancy Djokovic. Intense stares, close set eyes, a bit other-wordly looking. Djokovic eats grass. So do I ; )
My Pa was joking that we could all kip up for the night, because it may be a long match. Long. It was that.
I had missed the Women's Singles Final. It was over quickly. To be honest, I find the men's tennis more exciting. When I watched Wimbledon with mum, as a kid, we both used to get a bit bored in the women's tournaments..... ; ) Maybe we preferred to watch men sweat!
So, that was a nice afternoon spent - apart from how stressful it was. I had to drive carefully, home. Chill, sage and unwind.
Today was a mixed bag of various. Monday. Admin day...
There's a certain joy to be had in writing pissed-off letters to particular organisations, who should check their calculations.
I procrastinate, a bit, until I get into my 'p'eed off head teacher mode' and that is the time to basically strike. That was today. By three o'clock I was virtually done with admin and had it all signed sealed and delivered.
I collected a prescription and the Martlets looked too empty. I saw a friend outside who notified me that the shop had been fined for having bags outside the shop...that other people had left. Whats up with folk? It clearly says 'Please do not put bags outside of the shop etc.' So, on Sunday evening (shhhhh, no one will see) some or other muppets had decided to leave their 'unwanteds' outside the shop doorway.
Poor Steph had to spend her morning clearing up broken glass and measuring the outside of the shop premises to prove that it was not a finable offence.
Then, as luck would have it, a lovely African lady came into the shop and she was bootylishious. She had the kind of figure of a primitive Venusian Goddess. Super curvy with a booty that was luscious and a pair of breasts that you could shelter under in the rain. Wow. She was very attractive with lush braids and a lovely colour. She changed into khaki green jumpsuit. It was 'wow' on her. I was probably over reacting to the wow factor, but it looked divine on her. I swear I should be employed to get folk to buy stuff.
Needless to say, we were having a virtual girl party. Steph, me and bootylishious. The things I found...today....wow...including some black (actually, bootyliscious found them for me) lacerated skinny jeans that show flashes of tan thigh... my best bits, I may as well flaunt them. It's summer. It's a great time of year to dress up or down and feel good in your sun-kissed skin and sea-swept hair. Great time of year to go out more. Go dancing. Go wherever you like.
I paid myself for the admin hours that I had put into today, with new/second-hand bootyliscious attire. Some f*** off heels and a unique 'Religion' dress that looks like the kinda dress you would wear on a space trip to Venus or the Moon. Silver. Space age.
Bootyliscious was very into what I was trying and she started to sound, herself, like a stylist. Kinda got talked around buying an outfit that really was a 'Meghan Markle' (they said it, not me). A friend of mine considers that we resemble each other...????? Then I saw it. The thing with Meghan is that she is super-pretty because her smile is luscious. Her eyes smile too. I like her actual dress style. I like the way she looks great in jeans, and casual. She's one of those ladies. Dress her in a bin-liner, she'd look good. Bootylishious was like this. She just looks good. And BTW, lets stop dissing Meghan because she's American, mixed race, different, not like Catherine, and actress etc. Meghan is Meghan. And that is that.
Funny, though, how women coo. They assume that if you are slight/slim/toned you can wear anything. Not true. I cannot wear box-jackets, or certain things that are too shapeless....I guess though, mainly, there are more dressing options if you are slim.
The second 'pay Laura' part of my day was spent at the beach. It was still warm at 6pm. It was lovely. There were a couple of French women, to the left of me, chatting and laughing..and being, well, French.
Personally, I zenned out, had a glass of Vina Sol, smoked, fed the Seagulls and Turns and enjoyed the moment while watching the sea change colour and the sun start to fade.
Bliss. I thought about Tess, for a bit..and I felt very blessed to be so near to the sea and to have moments like this.
Going home, lovely man from Brazil was still where I had parked. When I had arrived to park he had offered to move his vehicle so that I could park more safely. We got chatting, and he was fun. I like to hear about other people's countries - and since I have lived in Spain - I find that Latino races so much fun and so full of great energy. I expect that we will meet again. His vehicle parks where I park, for the beach.
Nice. Lovely productive and happy day.
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