Yawn

Wimbledon is such a yawn. Y.A.W.N.

I mean, I used to like tennis when I was, like, a kid, but it's all a bit lame now. Still, my mum wanted to come so I said that I'd come with her if I had to so here I am.

Y.A.W.N.

But it's OK. I mean, we've got a neat picnic and mum let me have a bit of her Pimms and it's sunny and everything.

And, apparently, Novak will be warming up on this court soon. I used to have such a thing for him? When I was, like, a kid? So, I wouldn't mind hanging round here for a bit. I mean, I haven't got anything better to do. When I was a kid, I'd probably have tried to get his autograph.

I suppose I do still have my autograph book...