You Don’t Know Me

For the coming two weeks, I do not exist.

The Australian Open tennis tournament has commenced today, which means that I am unavailable between 10am and late, every day.

I have enjoyed watching the Aussies play, although only one of them made it through to the next round.

At the age of 45, Venus Williams was fabulous to watch, even though she lost in 3 sets.

My favourite, Sabalenka, won easily.

It was tough going, tonight, surfing between the T20 cricket, two tennis channels and I’m a Celebrity Get me out of Here.

On Saturday night, I watched a doubles match between Roger Federer (44yrs) and Andre Agassi (55yrs) against Pat Rafter (53yrs) and Lleyton Hewitt (44yrs). It was an absolute joy to watch and my cheeks were aching from smiling and laughing so much. Ash Barty was called out to replace Andre when he’d had enough.

Roger, Andre and Ash were the winners.

I finished editing and proofreading my friend’s book! At last!

It has been stinking hot all day and the pool water is warm like bath water. Even late in the afternoon, the ground around the pool is too hot for Harley play, so he missed out today. I’ll make it up to him in the morning.

I took spaghetti bolognese sauce out of the freezer and served spaghetti bol with salad for dinner.

Nothing else to report from this end. Tennis is now done for the night, so it’s sleep time for me.

Nite all.