I always feel at a bit of a loose end after Wimbledon has finished. I have been so engrossed in it all, watching tennis for about 8 hours a day, that when it is ended and the endless chat about the state of British tennis which is regurgitated every year and discussions on whether the Fed can stay at the top and when is Murray going to win a Grand Slam blah blah blah are over, I am not quite sure what to do with myself. England were out of the World Cup quicker than our girls were knocked out the first round down in SW19, so no joy there and the Monday after the men's final (pretty boring this year but then have been spoiled by the last two) well, it it all seems a little flat.
So lovely day, almost too lovely in fact, hot and humid and I decided to go to Cambridge. Had some clothes shopping to do and I know full well I won't find anything in Colchester and it is only an hour from my front door to the Park and Ride at Cam and then I flash the old bus pass and nip into the city centre. Spent a leisurely hour or two doing my shopping, successfully I am happy to say, then had a coffee and a sandwich and came home. Dropped into a posh supermarket, which I only visit about twice a year, on the way home as I was getting low on eggs and also fancied some strawberries so picked up both and then nearly passed out at the prices charged. By the time the till had been rung up, bit late to say O My God and leave so I paid up and looked good. I can only assume that the strawberries were picked by virgins at dawn and that the free range hens were being ferried around their fields in Porsches and laid their eggs on velvet cushions. I ate the strawberries about an hour ago and they weren't that great, will be having eggs for brekkers tomorrow so they had better be full on sunshine and golden yolks as I want my money's worth.
Been reading a lot of good fun books in the last few weeks but today this run came to an end when I read two really awful books which, on the surface looked and sounded like they should have been good, but in reality were quite dire. When I read books like this, and I try very hard not to be too severe believe me, I really do wonder what their agent/editor/publisher thought when reading the manuscript. I find it puzzling as these two would never have made the cut if it had been down to me. OK, Elaine enough - just because you think they are crap doesn't mean others won't like them. Just think Da Vinci code and be quiet.
But I have discovered a new find this week, the Waste Land by Simon Acland which took me by surprise, a nice surprise I hasten to add, and I will be reviewing this in a few days. I want to take my time with this review and I am off up to London tomorrow for fun and frolics and meeting an old friend in the evening for a meal, gossip and catch up so it will have to wait till Wednesday when I am back.
Kathryn settling in well in Australia - we have Skyped each other several times and chatted for ages and she has a house share fixed up, started her new job last week and generally is sorting herself out. I am so proud of her and full of admiration at the way she came to the decision she needed a new challenge and a new path to her life and just went ahead of her and did it. Can't wait for my visit next year.
End of rambles I think and off to bed. Bit cooler tonight so hoping to sleep better. Back on Wednesday.