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A. flew off to Bahrain yesterday morning and she seems to be quite relaxed about the tennis match she has tomrrow morning. Which is great but its just another reminder of passing time. Its not such a long time ago when I was ferrying her to Sutton, a big journey in those early days, to get some rating matches in. On a Saturday afterrnoon we would drive up for her to play two matches in a little tournament box of 4 (winners and losers of the first round played each other) then at night we would drive back the 50 miles in the dark, when she would sleep in the car, exhausted. We would usually get home about 10pm - she would head for a shower and bed, I'd head for food and match of the day. Now she has flown 3000 miles and is talking to us on Skype - soon to be laptop to laptop, hotel room to home and back again with webcam. Tonight she seemed fine, tired in the heat, 36 degrees but cold in the air conditioning. Her first match is 6.30am UK time - and I'll be up around 5.30am to send her a good luck text which she can read at breakfast. And then it will be a case of drinking Earl Grey tea and fretting - hoping she is fine, waiting on the call with the score that hopefully says she is in the next round - fingers crossed already. Still here's Elvis and Emmy telling you why my fingers are crossed. By the way, if you look at the picture at the side you will see I am sitting on a blanket which has been thrown over the chair - its a Mexican Wedding blanket I am told and I like it very much. Being colour blind, I like things that are bright and well contrasted so I can define the colours, and as usual, guitars are never far from hand in our house:
A. flew off to Bahrain yesterday morning and she seems to be quite relaxed about the tennis match she has tomrrow morning. Which is great but its just another reminder of passing time. Its not such a long time ago when I was ferrying her to Sutton, a big journey in those early days, to get some rating matches in. On a Saturday afterrnoon we would drive up for her to play two matches in a little tournament box of 4 (winners and losers of the first round played each other) then at night we would drive back the 50 miles in the dark, when she would sleep in the car, exhausted. We would usually get home about 10pm - she would head for a shower and bed, I'd head for food and match of the day. Now she has flown 3000 miles and is talking to us on Skype - soon to be laptop to laptop, hotel room to home and back again with webcam. Tonight she seemed fine, tired in the heat, 36 degrees but cold in the air conditioning. Her first match is 6.30am UK time - and I'll be up around 5.30am to send her a good luck text which she can read at breakfast. And then it will be a case of drinking Earl Grey tea and fretting - hoping she is fine, waiting on the call with the score that hopefully says she is in the next round - fingers crossed already. Still here's Elvis and Emmy telling you why my fingers are crossed. By the way, if you look at the picture at the side you will see I am sitting on a blanket which has been thrown over the chair - its a Mexican Wedding blanket I am told and I like it very much. Being colour blind, I like things that are bright and well contrasted so I can define the colours, and as usual, guitars are never far from hand in our house:
