It was nice to be back in London at a big sporting event at the weekend, although I'm having to get used to being in the crowd rather than on the pitch or the touchline.
Took Viccy to Wimbledon to see the Final between Roger Federer and Andy Murray. I don't really understand the rules of tennis, especially the points system. They play for 40 minutes each way, although it seems a lot quicker, according to my watch one game started when Micky Mouses small hand was on 3, and it had finished before it got to 4.
Anyway in true British sportsman style, Andy lost. And then cried his eyes out. I almost joined in, but mainly because I am still gutted to be missing out on the Olympic squad.