It was strange coming home to an empty house today. My beloved had gone to the funeral of an old colleague in Tunbridge Wells and wouldn't be back until about 7pm-ish.
I watched Wimbledon alone and saw my Roger beaten in 5 sets by Jo-Wilfried. J-W Tsonga is a fantastic player when he's on the boil and it took him 2 sets to warm up and then it was bham-bham - Roger tried but ... I also wanted Tomic to win against Djokovic - we saw him live last week and he's young and new but it wasn't to be. Then Lopez v Murray. It's assumed that because he and I are both British that I will automatically support him in tennis, but Murray hasn't commanded that yet. He's too whiney - I'm tired, my leg hurts and on and on. Grow up and stop whingeing. I got all three wrong, just as well I didn't put any money on them. I didn't see the Nadal quarter final but that was predictable - how could someone with a name like Mardy Fish do well? It just sounds like an insult.
I got a call from my beloved to pick him up from the station. The funeral had gone well: it was a non-religious civil ceremony with a professional celebrant who had conducted the proceedings with dignity and empathy. It was a good farewell.
He wasn't very hungry so around 8pm-ish we just had beans on toast with a fried egg - comfort food.
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