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Three major events occurred for me last year (2010), all in the space of about 2 weeks. I turned 50. The following day I got married. Two weeks later, my oldest daughter became pregnant with her first child and my first grandchild.

Most middle-aged people will tell you that in their minds, they still feel 20 something. It's the same for me.

Wasn't it only yesterday that I was planning a night out with guys from the surf club? That gorgeous new perm. Flaired, cuffed denims and the red t-shirt with the off-the-shoulder frill. Corked platform wedgies. **sigh**

Suddenly I'm looking in the mirror and wondering how 30 years can flash by so damned quickly!

So here I am in cyberspace, sharing my genuine shock and horror with anyone who'll listen and maybe I'll even meet some other over 50s who find themselves in the same predicament!

Welcome to my dilemna!!

Sunday, June 2, 2024

My Hero Wins

Contamination of Covid vaccine 

I woke this morning at 7am, much earlier than usual, so I picked up my iPad to check on the tennis results from the previous evening - only to discover that Djokovic was currently on court!

It was 11pm in Paris and he was at the end of a tight first set so I quickly turned on my TV to watch the match.

He won the first set 7-5 but I have to say that he looked like he was struggling. Struggling to keep up with his young opponent, struggling with his breathing and struggling to find a way past his opponent.

He lost the next two sets 6-7 2-6.

At this point I almost turned the TV off.

Djokovic was not playing to his usual standard, was making a lot of unforced errors and his opponent looked sharp and in control of the match.

Djokovic looked tired and frustrated. It was almost 2am over there and I thought to myself ‘Djokovic is too old to be playing at this time of night. It’s past his bed time!’

He was down 0-2 in the fourth set and I was certain he was gone for all money.

Then his wife appeared in his box with this beaming, loving smile on her face. He said something to her in Serbian and they both laughed.

He suddenly came to life!

He was running well, hitting his shots cleanly, playing smarter and in fast time he won the next two sets 6-3 6-0. He’d played for 4.5 hours and it was after 3am when he hit the winning shot.

His speech was full of praise for his young Italian opponent, Lorenzo Musetti, and he admitted that for most of the match he had no answers to Musetti’s brilliant game play. He felt that it was pure luck that he’d been able to find success in the last two sets.

NEVER give up on Djokovic. I should have remembered that he has come from behind many, many times to break through with miraculous wins. That’s the kind of fighter he is. Never say die.

So it was 11.30am when I finally emerged from my bedroom.

I had let Harley out at 8.30am so he was well looked after and Adoring Husband cooked breakfast for he and BGWLBH.

This afternoon BGWLBH and I drove out to Farm Gate market stall and got some fresh veg and eggs. I checked that the shop toilets were presentable for tomorrow (Monday) and we did a quick shop at the supermarket.

For dinner, I prepared pumpkin, spinach and pine nut salad, sweet potato and potato chips, snow peas and beans, cauliflower and broccoli and crispy skinned chicken thighs.

I’d cooked up a big batch of cauliflower and broccoli so I made a delicious creamy soup with heaps of white pepper, zymil cream, butter, nutmeg, coriander, salt and chicken stock from the freezer. I poured some in a mug and sprinkled toasted pine nuts over the top.

DE-BLOODY-LICIOUS!

It’s 11pm and I’m watching Tsitsipas vs Arnaldi play their third round match at Roland-Garros.

I won’t see the end because I’m tired and need some sleep.










Kevin Costner improves with age … if that’s possible!

Nite all.

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