Megan from the house in front asked me today if I could get rid of all the wildflowers growing along the edge of my driveway, as she thought we should keep the front of our places looking neat. I told her I quite liked the look of the flowers, but she didn’t seem convinced. The whole time we were talking her little white excuse for a dog was yapping its head off at my ankles, but it didn’t seem to bother her.
Agnes and I watched some Wimbledon women’s matches tonight, and it was entertaining, no matter what Stuart says, although Agnes spent most of the evening painting cards, a new hobby she does most nights. She’s quite good, actually.
Anyway, getting back to Wimbledon, at the end of the match the interviewer told the winner that she’d run almost four kilometres for the match, and could she believe it. Well, I think nearly everyone in the audience could run nearly four kilometres in an hour and a half. I think they should keep those statistics to themselves. It doesn’t sound impressive, and I have no idea why the commentator thought it was.