I love tennis. I can’t play it at all, despite having a few lessons when I was younger. And let’s not forget the occasional high school tennis lessons either. I enjoyed it though, and it’s probably the only sport I actually enjoy watching. Anyway, for once we (as in Britain) did alright. The Child actually almost got interested in tennis too. And she was very patriotic, saying she wanted Murray to win. And of course in the singles today he did. This is the moment I confess that myself, my mother, and my sister were actually rooting for Federer. As we did during Wimbledon. We just prefer Federer. I still enjoyed the match, and I suppose in a way I am actually glad that Murray’s doing well. Really well. Britain doesn’t actually suck too much. I have no idea about any of the other Olympic stuff though. I’m not really that fussed with anything but the tennis.
And having long since given up on Fifty Shades (my god did those books just make me angry!), I’m now enjoying the Hunger Games. In my opinion it’s loads better. There’s an actual plot, and even if I didn’t immediately warm to the protagonist, there was enough going on to keep me interested. And to be honest, it only took a couple of chapters for me to start to warm to the protagonist. Characterisation really helps with this I find.
I’m still counting down the days to the end of summer though. September can’t come quick enough.
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