"It's not the winning. It's not the taking part. It's just bashing Hammond."

I've had steak and potatoes, cooked to perfection (for the first time *ever* by me. My success rate with steaks is not so good.) I have old Top Gear episodes to watch. I have tea in a new, official Wimbledon mug with strawberries on it.

Life? Is *good*.

Had a great weekend. Very tired now. Not up to much coherence. Wimbledon museum was *awesome*. Mardy is even prettier when you're standing right in front of him. Also, we managed not to embarrass ourselves in any way despite being well within falling-over-and-clinging-to-his-knees distance. kindoftrouble demonstrates how close we were and also shares her very pretty Mardy pictures. (Be nice and let her know if you steal them. :) ) It was all good.

I have stuff to do. Am ignoring said stuff tonight. Sleepy. Mmmm.

Oh and we've decided Roger is actually the devil, on discovering that an archaic name for the devil is "Old Rodger". It's beginning to be spooky.