Sunday 8 July 2012

Wimbledon Sunday



08.07.12.


I was back in the saddle today, after three weeks without riding. It was great to be back, and lovely to have those precious few hours where life's hecticness just stops, and my soul gets a little nourishment.


The weather is still insane: definitely a day for loungewear and staying indoors. Andy Murray had reached the Wimbledon Final. The match provided a gentle backdrop to a lazy Sunday afternoon. Naturally, Murray lost to the mighty Federer, but he didn't go down without a fight. Dexter slept through half of it, but I did prop him in front of the television and explained that he was watching a little bit of history. He seemed to find his blocks much more interesting.


His prolonged nap lasted until about six o'clock this evening. After tea, bath and a story, a very emotional little boy didn't want to go to bed. He's riddled with conjunctivitis again, so his eyes are sore too.


It's approaching nine o'clock now and he's just nodded off. Monday morning may be a bit of a struggle...

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