Well, that was grand. I knitted through most of the first three sets, and saw some of the see-saw fourth before deciding that time was running short and I had better go to the supermarket. When I got back I sat down to log onto bbc.co.uk/news to find out what had happened – but I didn’t need to, because there was the answer in your comments. It was a glorious way to find out.
I haven’t much hope for tomorrow, but tennis can turn on so little. There’s always a chance. While I was lying awake that night, listening to
beat Djokovic in NY, one of the
English commentators said that there is no sport which can turn so dramatically
one way and then the other, within seconds. Murray
One of the others present, an American, said, “Cricket”. There was then a delicious silence while the group assimilated the remark.
And meanwhile Rachel’s betting slip isn’t worthless yet. Ladbrokes were right to put
shorter odds than Federer. Djokovic, however, was odds-on, even on Tuesday. Murray
This is interesting as well as confusing, about Kindle editions being available or not, in different jurisdictions.
Yesterday evening I tried to buy an arty book -- a real book, on paper -- for my husband from Amazon.fr. I’ve made such purchases before – they now send me emails in French from time to time, which makes me feel very grown-up. This one wasn’t outrageously expensive, as art books go. But they wrote, 20 minutes later, to say that, malheureusement, the payment had not gone through.
So now what’s wrong? I tried buying Cazalet (2) for the Kindle this morning – no problem there. Maybe I’ll just go back to
this evening and try
ordering again. France
Thanks for the information about Mrs Miniver. I will have a substantial use for EverNote, just keeping track of useful suggestions in all your comments. Stashdragon, I am a big Barbara Pym fan, but it’s been a long time since I read her. I think I’m ready to start again. And I had forgotten that there was knitting.
Mary Lou, I’m glad you mentioned “Went the Day Well”. It’s my absolute favourite of British wartime films – and perfect, as propaganda. Somehow or other – it’s been a while since I saw it – a German platoon establishes itself in disguise in an English village, with the connivance of a local toff. The morals are, be alert and don’t trust anybody.
Knitting & Life
I got more of that yoke than usual done yesterday, because of the tennis. It will not be so tomorrow, when Mass-going will have to take precedence.
Archie is coming to see us today. I’ll set him to work on the Surface.