Yawn

Another late evening post, at a time when, all things being equal, I should be tucked up in bed getting some well needed rest for the next day's work.

Here in South West 19 the first signs of the impending tennis season are in evidence. Some of the local taxis are sporting a fruity Robinson's juice livery, the shop frontages are being tarted up, and even the ticket barriers at the station are sporting tennis related advertising.

That said, no-one's sure exactly sure when Wimbledon fortnight is taking place. "Towards the end of the month" seems to be the best I've manage to establish so far.

Hey-ho. One thing's for sure: when the tennis does arrive, I'm unlikely to miss it whether I want to or not!