Andy Murray was just about to serve for the Championship. The nation was poised on the edge of its sofas. Even clouds, swollen with malice, briefly held their breath. And I went for a walk. Other people's balls do not excite me. A kick-about in the park and volleys with the Vicar are amusements I can understand, but the only thrill about Wimbledon is that it it was predicted to bring Britain to a standstill. I wanted to see how London looked empty. The streets, however, teemed. It's scandalous, this indifference to our national glory. Next year I shall become a tennis evangelist - so that I can shop queue-lessly during the finals.
It bores me senseless too, but your 100 words didn't, Great!
ReplyDeleteGee, thanks!
DeleteI actually like Wimbledon but I don't have a tv atm. I did manage to see (online) the moving speech afterwards. You've got to admire the support from the crowd - I had tears in my eyes. And I hate sport as a rule. your writing, on the other hand, I love.
ReplyDeleteYou are entirely lovely. I did watch five minutes of it, but it just seemed to involve a ball going first one way then the other...
DeleteBalls leave me cold, too, but I'm partial to a little shuttlecock now and then, in the paddock.
ReplyDeleteOooh, now I'd go for one of those any time!
DeleteI love it! I kept thinking the streets here would empty too, but then I hadn't factored in the Olympic torch...
ReplyDeleteWas that the same day? What a bummer! You could have had White Stuff all to yourself....
Deletethe indifference is palpable. nicely written!
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteI love 'clouds swollen with malice' - brilliant. And I can't (under)stand people who put their lives on hold for Wimbledon either!
ReplyDeleteThanks. I bet you're having a whale of a time with your dancing this summer!
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