Yesterday was another tough one domestically.
I saw a fair amount of tennis, however. I’m sad about Federer. I’m glad that Murray won in straight sets.
He’ll never have a better chance to win Wimbledon. He must be at least as aware of that fact as I am this morning. This will be his 11th Grand Slam final – that’s quite a few; and the first in which it won’t be either Djokovic or Federer on the other side of the net. Wawrinka, the 4th seed, was another faller in an early round. If all had gone according to seeding, Djokovic would have played Federer yesterday, I think; and Murray, Wawrinka.
Poor Mr Djokovic is probably a delightful young man – but we’ve all had a lot more fun in his absence.
I sat and knit fairly late last night, winding down from a stressful day. The second corner of Gudrun’s Hansel shawl is at last in sight: four more edging points will see me there.