As I sit in My quiet room, small staff member in the corner should I need anything, I share My thoughts with you. Looking out through the window, in a comfy chair, legs tucked underneath the bottoms, I make the contemplations faces about tomorrow.
I know you’re all excited, nervous, apprehensionate even. You may be encouraged to go onto the social media and start arguing with complete strangers about some obscure statistic, because this is why the internet technology was invented. Well, that and cat videos.
However, let’s turn the leaves together. Let us love each other and enjoy watching Me and Rafaello play the tennis. Will he end up with more Slams than Me? Sure why not, this is the competitive sport.
Why hate the person next to you because they don’t support Me? Is this unimaginable and slightly offensive? Of course, but let them be wrong. Hug each other and try and help each other in your little lives. You have work on Monday, I don’t.
It is 11 years since that final and who knows when we will meet again? It may be in another 11 years, unless Rafaello retires, I won’t, just saying
Take the deep breath, reach out to someone you’d rather avoid and offer them an oak branch, a foot of friendship, your last square of the chocolate bar.
The court is a lot slower this year so…