Game set pimms

I went to Wimbledon this week. It was fantastic. Mind you my friend and I were put through the ringer by Mr Murray who just had to stretch his match to five sets.

I saw Murray/Henman Hill which is actually a lot smaller than it looks on the TV. We wandered among the play courts and I was amazed how close the public get to the players and how efficient they have to be at shutting out their audience. People talking, munching, photographing and generally moving about must be quite disconcerting - I'd want to tell everyone to be quiet.

We sipped refreshing Pimms and watched the great Wimbledon public go by. Strawberries, flowers, purple, green and cream everywhere. I was amazed there were no queues any where and Centre Court was just jaw dropping for me as a first timer.

It was quite a family affair. I was there with a friend and my brother was there and my nephew was there. All three parties having got their tickets in the Wimbledon draw. Much time was spent spotting where the other two parties were sat. I know now to take binoculars if I ever get tickets again.

I now fully appreciate what a quick and efficient job the ball girls and boys perform. They are a well trained force. They have not only to pick up balls but attend to their player's every whim. If s/he wants her towel they have to jump to it. If their player wants their balls presented in a certain order they have to work that out. I only hope the big names give the ball girls/boys a huge tip at the end of the tournament. Everyone who works there seems to know exactly the role they have to fulfil and gets on with it. We finally saw Murray win game, set and match which for us meant game, set and shall we have another Pimms? Go on then.

Tickled Pink: Tickled Vanilla

There are things that 'tickle me pink'. Things that delight me. I love that phrase.

We went to visit a friend on the Wirral at the weekend and he treated us to a coffee at an ice cream parlour and our coffee came with a miniature ice cream cone attached. I was tickled vanilla.

The Build: Week 3

This week has mainly involved building brick walls....not much to say about that really other than they grow.

Much more exciting is our new table.We still have an oven - no hob mind-  but it does mean we are able to cook our evening meals. The problem comes when we need to actually eat said meal. We have no table. We are fine if the sun shines as we have a table in the garden but if it's cool or raining that is not an option. My husband cooked last Saturday and I was led into the children's bedroom to find an ironing board set for four between the children's beds. Two sat on one bed on one side and two on the bed on the other. It's perfect. I knew there was a reason we never tried for three children!  You can adjust it to the height you need and it is a perfect shape to fit between two beds. Next time I think we will splash out and bedeck it with a table cloth (if we can find one).

It's the most use the board has had in ages. I'm not one for pressing clothes. Long live the humble ironing board.