a day of rest
ah Sundays, the day of rest granted by the Lord.
So I had a large sleep in - 11.15am wake up. Niiiice. I have an empty house so I can pretty much hang in my pyjamas until mid to late afternoon. Niiiiice. A day spent in front of the TV.
Except for those bloody Poms who've ruined everything. I forgot, you see, that at Wimbledon, they give the players Sunday off, as a day of rest.
Did they consider that I might have wanted to spend MY day of rest watching THEM slog it out over five sets on TV, while consuming food and beverages that are really not good for my waistline? Did they consider that, being in the northern hemisphere and not too far behind time-wise, it would be my ONE chance to watch these matches without causing sleep deprivation? NO! No they gave the bastards a day off anyway. What is most riling is that usually because of London's crappy weather they are FORCED to play Sunday to catch up on matches. No such joy this year for this tennis fan, the weather has been fine and they get the day off.
So not happy, Jan.
I guess the one upside I can think of is that my mate Stannas is in London covering Wimbledon and HE might have got a day off, so I guess I can be happy for him. Then again, he gets to watch tennis all week and get paid for it, so no. Bugger that!!










