Saturday 5th July - wot, no blog post?

 No, blame Wimbledon. Last night's match (Emma Raducanu) finished at 10 pm; we were glued to the TV. She might have lost, but she played so well, and so valiantly it was a wonderful match to watch.

Tonight was Novak Djokavic, another great match to watch. I had heard he was unpopular because he had a reputation for being grumpy; no sign of that tonight. I thought he was charming, and spoke well at the end. He won, but said it was hard having to play against a good friend. There was a sweet little moment when he persuaded his little daughter to demonstrate the moves for his victory celebration. Aw, cute!

Apart from tennis, what more is there to talk about?

My brother and his son have hired a van are are coming tomorrow, and will bring us some furniture from my father’s flat; a little oak desk which belonged to my grandmother, and 'the Korean medicine chest' which my parents brought back with them from living in Singapore. It has dozens and dozens of little drawers; last time I looked they held packs of playing cards from the time they played bridge almost every evening (and sometimes during the day as well), and assorted sunglasses. We'll have a high old time going through that lot when it gets here.

Music

I've played this many a time, but never knee it was originally composed for the lute.

Bach Prelude in C minor