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And Happy Canada Day too.
It's a scorchy hot day in my bit of Ontario and I plan to go and hurl the kids in our friends new pool while I sit and sip drinks and watch them...oh wait. Lauren can't swim. Darn. I don't want to get wet. We'll work something out. Why is my husband still in England? I'm missing him ::pout:: Roll on Thursday night when he comes back, loaded down with English sweeties; he's been telling me there's a new sort of pear drop out; love those even if they do sandpaper your mouth with the sugar on the outside.
I'm tired as L decided to call out at 6.00 am and then go back to sleep and then do it again so I kept jerking awake, dozing and then sleeping and then...you get the picture. But I got Preying 7 started (it keeps trying to be funny; I deleted whole chunks of funny which didn't really fit in. I am so not an angst writer.)
I wanted to watch Henman but he wasn't deemed interesting enough yesterday. Luckily there was a rain delay and they deigned to show part of his match but not the bit where he actually won because the rain stopped.
God, I HATE the American commentators. Sorry, but they're so bitchy about Henman it drives me nuts. Everything he does they carp and criticise. 'Well, he's a real long shot for the title' 'He just hasn't got what he takes.' 'He needs to do X, Y and Z'. 'He's slight, isn't he?' Then there was a dodgy call where it wasn't clear if he hit the ball after it had bounced twice. Umpire said it was OK so they played it twice on replay and agreed with him grudgingly then exploded in excitement as they took it to ultra slo mo from a really weird angle and Yes! It bounced twice! Henman cheated! Yay! Oh, boy.
It's a scorchy hot day in my bit of Ontario and I plan to go and hurl the kids in our friends new pool while I sit and sip drinks and watch them...oh wait. Lauren can't swim. Darn. I don't want to get wet. We'll work something out. Why is my husband still in England? I'm missing him ::pout:: Roll on Thursday night when he comes back, loaded down with English sweeties; he's been telling me there's a new sort of pear drop out; love those even if they do sandpaper your mouth with the sugar on the outside.
I'm tired as L decided to call out at 6.00 am and then go back to sleep and then do it again so I kept jerking awake, dozing and then sleeping and then...you get the picture. But I got Preying 7 started (it keeps trying to be funny; I deleted whole chunks of funny which didn't really fit in. I am so not an angst writer.)
I wanted to watch Henman but he wasn't deemed interesting enough yesterday. Luckily there was a rain delay and they deigned to show part of his match but not the bit where he actually won because the rain stopped.
God, I HATE the American commentators. Sorry, but they're so bitchy about Henman it drives me nuts. Everything he does they carp and criticise. 'Well, he's a real long shot for the title' 'He just hasn't got what he takes.' 'He needs to do X, Y and Z'. 'He's slight, isn't he?' Then there was a dodgy call where it wasn't clear if he hit the ball after it had bounced twice. Umpire said it was OK so they played it twice on replay and agreed with him grudgingly then exploded in excitement as they took it to ultra slo mo from a really weird angle and Yes! It bounced twice! Henman cheated! Yay! Oh, boy.