OK, I am back...

...and without the hissy fit mentality. I had a bad day last week, and I don't think I really recovered from it (aside from Wednesday afternoon, which was glorious in many ways). But I have tiptoed round and collected all my toys and have placed them gently in my pram. I managed to damage none of them in the violent flinging out of the pram which occured, but I should try not to do that again, lest I do so.

So the UK has been dominated by the weather and Wimbledon this week. I hate hot weather, personally, particularly if I have to work. It's always a struggle to know what to wear which will look half-way decent (and let's face it, I have enough struggles in that area anyway), and still keep me relatively cool. It has been altogether too hot this week. Hopefully that was summer!

And Wimbledon. I don't get it, I really don't. Now, I know that I am biased against Wimbledon because it is always taking place on my birthday, and therefore it detracts attention from me (yes, I am that shallow), but it's just a non-sport really, isn't it? And the Brits (or Scots if you prefer this year) always underperform. This is a given in life. Did anyone actually expect Andy Murray to reach the final? I didn't. It would have been going against his essential Britishness (or Scottishness, if you prefer).

I did actually have something more to say here, but, in ranting the above, I have completely forgotten what it was. Perhaps it is the peril of age setting in to continually forget. Hmmmm.... oh, I dunno. If it comes back to me, I'll come back to this...  ¶ 3:55 PM