The beautiful, serene one went to Wimbledon to watch her beloved Roger Federer – I don’t understand the attraction, he is nowhere nearly as handsome as me. To really rub it in she told me when she returned that a tout outside the All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club was flogging Tee-Shirts emblazoned with “Anyone but Murray” and I want one, I really,really want one.
I wanted one so much that if I hadn’t been driving to Gatwick at 4 am the next day to collect my Son, and his lovely wife on their return from holiday, I would actually have driven to Wimbledon to see if I could buy one.
I am not too fond of tennis but I really cannot stand ruddy Murray. I would rather watch Mel Gibson in Braveheart than hear that the dreadful man had won at Wimbledon.
Now I fear that that the snarling man, watched by his equally delightful mother, has actually beaten Federer to take the GOLD Medal at the Olympics. As the youth of today would put it OMG.
I too have been caught up in the Olympic fervour but I really couldn’t bring myself to cheer this addition to our medal table. I was unable to watch so perhaps someone would be kind enough to tell me if he actually sang the National Anthem.
I case you should get the wrong idea, my Grandmother was born in Argyle and she taught me to love Rabbie Burns.
Detested, shunn’d by saunt an sinner, how daur ye set your fit upon. . . . . . O wad some Power the giftie gie us. To see oursels as ithers see us. Never mind I can always try eBay to see if I can still buy one of the Tee-shirts. JC.
