Tennis etc. again...

Hurrah! Fly-Trap is out. The Serene One remains, but at least will not be an all Williams sisters final. Need someone else to have a bash at winning. Reminds me of triumphant reign of Mr Samprass, who whilst a genius, became a bit boring to watch, as never lost, just kept power serving ad nauseum. Plucky little Chinese lady did best against The Serene One, but wasn't up to it.

Back considerably improved today, drove gingerly down to doctors surgery to collect Two's Huge Bag of Medication for his myriad ailments. Shopped a little in local shops, as Not Quite Ready for longer drive. Do not want to tweak something and go back to square one.

Two's nocturnal vocalisations becoming ever more peculiar. Giant Snort, already in repertoire on regular basis. Strange words repeated over and over again becoming more prevalent. Latest is, 'samovar-samovar-samovar-', on and on and on in long-drawn out sibilent manner. Is samovar name of long lost lover I wonder? Unlikely, but you never know, as is said with some degree of yearning. Alternatively, is Two descended from Russian aristocracy, and calling for tea? Could be. He certainly swills enough of the stuff on daily basis.

Have heard from Son and Heir today, who is acquiring sat TV for his home near Geneva, which will enable him to watch the football and my daughter-in-law to watch talent shows, (with which I heartily concur). He didn't mention the W.C. (world cup), as probably too grief stricken to Bring This Up. I see our glorious team snuck back into the country via a back door at Heathrow Airport, looking suitably Glum. As well they might.

Have received (from friend in Berkshire) very peculiar little book based on true events in village where we live. These events happened just before and after World War 2, and are bizarre in the extreme. So is the book, is strange combination of
historical fact and Extremely Purple Prose in manner of Mills and Boon. Devoured it in one sitting, mostly with mouth open. Can honestly say have never read anything like it. Hope the author never reads this (unlikely), but I was reduced to much mirth, and even read some of the most deathless prose out loud to Two. Is a bit lost on him actually.