Have been out with Mum this afternoon, visiting my friend who has just lost his Dad. Whilst we were out, Dad only managed to record the last set of the Roger Federer vs Marin Cilic Wimbledon Final. He says they changed the channel so he’s recorded the wrong one. So we’re watching the one set we do have now.
Here is my fluffy monster a few moments ago:
Work hard at Spin this morning. Here is graph:
Of course we know that Roger has already won this match. It’s 5.34pm now and have been sleeping since arrived home from visiting my friend.
“Cilic just can’t get it going,” Boris Becker says. Poor Cilic: he’s had a medical time out to have his foot bandaged but is being severely outplayed here.
The panther lies next to me with his heavy head in my lap. Stroking the soft back of his neck, we both gaze at the television.
Spin outfit is in the attached photo.
Happy Sunday everyone!
*1977. Russell Braddon. Tennis crime novel.