I went off to the school "summer" fete. Due to the atrocious weather, it got moved inside at the last minute. After I did my stint on the jolly jam jar stall, I headed off for my promised hot date with myself.
I needed to drink coffee, eat something sensible (a cinnamon swirl counts as sensible right?) and reapply my make up before heading off on an errand to my favourite shop.
Yes I saw fish shop guy. Yes he still makes my tummy go all funny. We talked as much as anyone can when one of you is working.
Despite the naughtiness of my starbucks lunch, I woke up to find ...
I'm really thrilled!! I love it when the scales decide to be my friend.
Then I headed off for this once in a lifetime experience. In true British spirit I waited for well over an hour in the rain. As you can see I wasn't even right at the front but I am so glad I went.
A brief moment of clear skies, just in time ...
Then I even made it home in time for the beginning of the Wimbledon Men's Final. Mari wants Federer to win but I am just hoping Murray puts up a good fight. First British man in the final since 1938! Whoop whoop! Go Andy. Shame you're a bit of a smug twit and nobody likes you that much but beggars can't be choosers and all that. However this is my Wimbledon celebration.
Shame this tiny little bowl is the vast majority of my days calories but I skipped the Pimms.
As I am about to post this, the roof has been drawn over centre court. Federer and Murray have a set each and Federer leads 3 games to 2 in the third set. Murray's doing well, holding on and making Federer work for it.