The Top Floor Flat

I might be missing in blogging action over the next two weeks. No cause for alarm, I’ll just be glued to the radio and television for most daylight hours. I’d like to say that it’s political conscious, paying attention to the turmoil in Iran but the truth is far less political, though equally global. You see, Wimbledon has descended upon London and I, like every other tennis fan, am caught up with Wimbledon fever.

Last year’s memorable final between Nadal and Federer is bittersweet for me. While on the one hand I watched it in the comfort of my new London flat, eating the Wimbledon snack of choice, strawberries and crème, I still regret not visiting the Wimbledon grounds during the tournament. At the time, I thought that I wouldn’t have another chance. Now, a year later and still in London, I’m not going to make the same mistake twice. I’ll be making my way down to the the tournament grounds and while the centre court tickets (at £72 a pop starting next Monday and only a tenner less later this week) might be a bit out of my price range, I plan on being in the crowd on the lawn for the finals, even if it means camping out to get tickets.

So if you don’t hear from me, tune in to ESPN or BBC sports to watch the Wimbledon matches. You might just see me cheering in the crowd.