You're dying to know if I'm in agony right? Agony, no. Sore and achy pretty much everywhere, oh yes and that goes for places I wasn't xpecting too, back, neck, stomach, back of thighs, shoulders, arms. I think that just about covers it.
I did nothing more energetic this morning than shower and throw some washing in, it was great.
Well, all credit to Djokovic but I was actually rooting for Tsonga. You know, us Brit's may have a stiff upper lip, hostile exteria to the outside world but if we take a shine to someone... like Jo Wilfried Tsonga, we are absolute push-overs. But don't tell anyone. Anyway, Tsonga was two sets down at one point but still... my hopes were pinned on the back of his racket. Mr John McEnroe was commentating, what more could you wish for? Well, a win would have been good but Mr T certainly went down fighting. Better luck next year Jo.
Watched the most amazing infomercial yesterday morning about the most hideous bra in the world. I could be wrong but it was basically a vest. You remember vests? They paraded women in the most ill fitting bras they could find and then slotted them into the vest instead. Of course it looked comfortable, if you're wearing the wrong sized bra, coconut shells would look more comfortable. If you're eighty, buy one, until then... save your £60.00. Really, £60.00? Do they not know there is a credit crunch going on?
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