Another kind of history

I'm fortunate to have been to many Wimbledon matches from the days I lived in London, Serena, Sampras and Agassi matches amongst them. Growing up, we'd rolled the big TV into the garden and site it under a tree (the weather must have been fairer back in the old days methinks) so we wouldn't miss a moment when home from school. And each year since, I've managed to catch it in some degree, often pre-boys, glued to the matches solidly for two weeks.

Today, I knocked on our neighbour's door rather frantically before 8am on a Sunday, rising them unexpectedly from their beds, since without a TV, I'm often stumped to view major sporting and life events. It's the only time I truly miss having TV, having abstained for 6 years now. There was no online streaming and I was already missing valuable moments of the match.

I felt mixed feelings, being both half Scottish and loving Federer's talent and personality which continuously shines through, his genuine passion. As I sat by myself in my neighbour's office watching the set it felt like a win-win, which is a much happier feeling than the usual rollercoaster of emotions that comes from watching sporting events, don't you think? Or maybe I love that too, that feeling which keeps me on edge.

This was one of a few shots captured from the TV coverage (a photo of the TV coverage rather than a photo of a still photo) on the iPad in those tumultous moments of Murray's life, a face that says it all. I'm not a fan of Instagram but here it served a purpose.

Been missing capturing the boys on account of work so grabbed a few shots before bedtime, yesterday having shot my first mammoth quinceanera. Enjoyed the day off today soaking up the son, reading to the boys, and napping in the afternoon. I've been pretty exhausted.

Tonight, I've finally got Callum's and my tickets booked for London to see my sister and new nephew and soak up the Olympic spirit. Am pained Reuben won't be with us and it'll be my first big break away from him. So much to do before then, so I best stop talking and get on with it.