Wimbledon Fever

It’s that wonderful time of year again. Totally addicted to Wimbledon and it’s only day three of the championships. Wimbledon and procrastination go hand-in-hand, so it’s not working out to be a productive week! The TV which has not been watched for ages (aside from one amazingly cheesy volcano disaster film the other day when my joints were not cooperating) has now been on since lunchtime and I am completely glued to Venus Williams vs. Kimiko Date-Krumm. Come on Date-Krumm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fabulous match. Keep stopping typing to watch the dramatic moments! Eek!!!

Tennis aside (another fantastic point just won – go Kimiko!!!!!), the garden is flourishing in the rain and we’ve now got more salad leaves springing up than we know what to do with. Delicious peas and strawberries have been demolished already. The potatoes have woven themselves together into a kind of protective forest canopy – not quite sure how I’m actually going to wrest any potatoes from them – and the beetroot has picked up the pace and at least looks vaguely like it belongs in a veggie garden now.

Got some new physio exercises the other day after a rather painful encounter with a cheery physiotherapist up at the doctors - certainly making my muscles work very hard and aching is preferable to pain any day so I’m confident that it’s a good thing. Self-management of my problematic joints without painkillers is the ultimate goal, and I’m hoping this is a good start to heading in that direction. The yoga and meditation are going well – forehead straight to the top of the shin in a seated forward bend today without even a murmur of discomfort from my hip. Happy day!!

…final set, 6 games apiece…I’ve just found myself cheering at the TV and shall have to give up my plan to do anything productive this afternoon and go share in the drama. Go Kimiko!!!!!!!!