No points for this one. Despite miserable weather throughout the week, I just couldn't say no to sitting in centre at Wimbledon - something I've wanted to do from way back, when I first donned a chequered headband for "come as your hero day" as a six-year-old. The chance to fulfil this dream (minus the headband this time) came thanks to an ally of inestimable quality in Lara, who, having possessed the foresight to have put herself in the raffle a year beforehand, was good enough to offer me a ticket (thanks La!!).
So feeling very much like my luck had come in, and hoping for more with a reasonably favourable forecast, we packed our supplies and set out for the day. Much to our delight, we received only the occasional drop, and apart from a slightly heavier spell causing a break in play of around an hour, were fortunate enough to have a very full day of great tennis at the world's most famous tournament.
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