Wimbledon has started and it has inspired me for a post. I have to admit – I’m not a good watcher of the game. Something about it sends me to sleep.
Could it be the hypnotic back and forth of the balls? Could it be the Pimms? Could it be I prefer to play, rather than spectate? Could it be me not coping with quite how bad my kids are, and how they have shattered my dreams of them being the next best thing to the Williams sisters? On court all my kids seem to do is swat flies with their racquets and never make contact with the ball.