Wimbledon 2012 Men's Final

So if you haven't watched "Hitch" recently, you should do so, it's a great movie, heart warming, even on a cool day.

Saturday turned out to be uneventful, nothing like last Saturday.  I told you that L had invited me to stay over and I'd declined thinking I'd have a visitor, but no visitor.  It's no biggie, I would not have been good company anyway.  The day was spent ironing, with a bit of moping thrown in, then a little wine later on, and a very early night, I think I was in bed by 8pm, shameful on a Saturday night, I know.

So I ironed my way through the majority of Saturday, jeez, my life is so exciting.  I ended up watching most of "Mr Deeds," it's an Adam Sandler film, 10 years old, which I've never seen before.  Then I recorded "Four Weddings and a Funeral" and retired to bed.  I loved this film.  Saw it three times at the cinema and it's been so long since I last saw it. 

When I watched it back though, I really did not remember how bad the script was.  The actors, all of them brilliant.  The script?  How did I think this was good?  How was this the biggest grossing UK film of it's time?  Some of the lines are pure gorgonzola and it was embarrassing to hear them again.  I wonder if the actors knew at the time how bad some of those lines were when the rest of us were caught up in Four Weddings Fever? 

(My work colleagues scoffed at me when I told them of my 4WAAF trauma as I rolled my eyes.  Maybe I have become a tired cynic who has lost her romantic mojo.  I, "suspect," as it's one of the most overused words in the script, that I'm just watching it with a more critical eye.)

Sunday, and I was running ahead of schedule all day by about 20 - 30 minutes, and you may think that this isn't a bad thing but it kind of throws you out, believe me.  I go to my darling nephew's for coffee, (after texting to say I'm ahead of schedule,) and he's demonstrated his latest techno purchases, I look suitably impressed and they are good, but don't ask me to describe them to you.  They are very fancy-pants and he can play something from his phone on his thingy-ma-jig with speakers in his day room.  My description really doesn't do it justice, it was very impressive, well, I was impressed anyway.

I get home and B arrives from church not long afterwards.  She's come to attack my garden and I am truly grateful, as long as she doesn't damage herself in the process, whenever I "garden," I ache for about three days afterwards.

As well as being any old Sunday, it's the Men's Final at Wimbledon.  This is quite an occasion, it always is a special occasion which, whether you're a tennis nut or not, fills your heart with tradition and pride, well, for me it does anyway, and I couldn't serve to save my life.  Today is extra special as it's the first time in 75 years that a Brit has made the final.  I hardly dare say it but for a Brit to win in Jubilee year.... well, we'll just have to wait and see.

It is also, the 25th anniversary of Aussie, Pat Cash winning the title.  I can't believe it's been that long.  I remember it like it was yesterday, the head band, the mullet, the way he scaled the seats to get to his Dad, it was magical and I'd never seen anything like it before.  A vision that will stay in my memory forever.  Pat was a little teary eyed when the good old BBC played the VT back to him, and so was I.

Well, in the middle of all of this, Sheila phones me.    Sheila phoned on, I think Friday night but I was already in bed, feeling extra wiped out by the blood donation on Thursday.  She phoned today for a catch up and while I did my very best not to blub, I did a little bit, well, my voice was cracking a bit, which I hate.  It's just hormones and being a bit sad over things, it's really nothing at all.  Sheila is always lovely, always understanding, I think of her like a sister but she's always comforting like a Mum, and she's really not that much older than me.  She just listened and spoke of positives, even though I know that there aren't really any room for positives, it is what it is just now.  The next few days will be hard and then I'll be home and dry.

In case you didn't hear, Roger Federer prevailed.  I was so torn.  I've witnessed Roger win 6 times previously and he is always so brilliant and so gracious, even in the years of defeat, he is a true gentleman of sport, but then we have Andy Murray.  Would have been great for Andy to win, not only for him but for Jubilee year and he was so moved at the end, it moved me to tears, again.  Maybe it was meant to be though, someone dearly departed, who liked a punt, left a betting slip to Oxfam.  The bet was left some time ago and it was that Roger Federer would win Wimbledon seven times.  Oxfam netted £100,000.  Isn't that amazing?  I suspect somewhere up there, a bell just rang.