I’m exhausted. Saturday was a day like no other. I had things to do but I didn’t quite know how or when to do them.
I didn’t go to any footy games this weekend but for some reason I feel as if I did, and not one or two games, but many.
…..Not my words; I heard them this morning on the radio in a post weekend sports wrap up. A weekend in which the Tigers went down by a point, Cyril did his hammy and Randwick bore witness to an intriguing public spat. The days are mild, the evenings are cold and the heater needs repairing.
Summer night in Melbourne. Air con on; television, lemonade and thongs.
Thank God the tennis is over. What a fantastic game, duel, contest whatever one wants to call it. The sustained level of energy over almost 6 hours between only two individuals, not a team. Exhausting to just watch but thoroughly entertaining.
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