So the deal was, we play tennis at 9 this morning. That’s me, the Woolf Man, Me Mate Dave and Bulawayo Boy (aka: the father of the bride). We got back from the wedding at about 1 o’clock last night, Bulawayo Boy, much later, but them’s the breaks.
So from Bondi to the Woolara Tennis Club; how far can it be? Phah, 3k, I’ll take a hotel bike. They’re a bit ‘Mary Poppins’ but I can take the flak from Aussie van drivers who still live in fucking caves, never mind any kind of ‘non-binary’, anti-presumption social environment. And thus I pedalled up the road, gorgeous morning, even wearing a helmet (its a law here so they give you one), whistling with the joys of loveliness. Then I hit Old South Head Road and turned left. Up a fucking mountain.
Google maps doesn’t do topography. Doesn’t do ‘relief’ maps. And up this hill there was no relief. Just a sheer rockface paved for cars. And bikes. Yes, I had to get off and push at one (several really) point but after getting just a bit lost, I arrived.
Unfortunately, after the tennis which was fun (I never usually play doubles; more people to abuse) and coffee, I got back on the bike only to realise that someone must have turned the mountains around whilst we were playing. Because it seemed to be uphill all the way home as well.
Note to self: NEVER bike in Bondi. It is quite literally uphill all the way.
But who cares. As I stirred to awkedness first thing, my phone kept pinging. I checked. 63 messages. Holy shit. Because Spurs had played Everton whilst I slept. And from. 1-0 down (all doom and gloom on the chat) it went to 1-1, 1-2, 1-3, 1-4… all the way to 2-6. A truly massive win for my absolute heroes. Totally emphatic. Putting us within 2 points of flagging Man City and just a bit further from Liverpool. Filling me with that belief which, I’ll admit, normally brings immense disappointment and shattered dreams, but this year; I BELIEVE!
Eriksen’s goal; a modern day wonder. Son’s second; his first touch so breathtakingly exquisite that apparently when Lionel Messi saw it he said “I wish I could do that”, but in Spanish.
Happy days
A xxx
Honestly Shirl, how can I write about wedding dresses when Spurs put 6 past Everton??? Wouldn’t be right. I love a wedding as much as the next girl but there are limits.
The dress was a white one. You happy now?
A xxx
Men are men; you are having a wonderful time, feeling wonderfully happy. Not a mention of the wedding except to say you went. Or how lovely Hanah looked, type of dress etc. Saw pics from Steve Humphries though. Give your blog to Mel to write re the wedding. That’s what we women like to read about. Thought Hannah looked a bit like Megan with a paler skin. She had her hairdo definitely. She looked gorgeous.p
Enjoy all the rest
Shirley H
The other reader was admitted to a care home in 1974, its just you kid.
Deprived on the game I watched a Russian hi-lites video. 3 times. All the goals were fab, Dele’s was special and Harry’s were both brilliantly taken. It was just Eriksen’s strike and Son’s first touch that stood out as the virtual fairy on top of an entire Christmas tree of wonder and excitement. And, without stretching the metaphor too far (as if), that makes you a fern leaf which dropped onto the carpet.
Happy Christmas Hols, dude
Xxxxx
Just thought I’d let you and your other reader know that I’m up at 1.30am, watching MOTD again. No work for TEN DAYS!!!! Son’s first goal was pretty special as well.