The hawke-eyes among you will have clocked the Monday mourning code violation. Naturally, I had to make an exception and add some Wimbledon white.
It was line ball as to whether this jumper was going to see out another winter. I picked it up last year at one of those closing-down-out-they-go-everything-must-clear sales. Why do I always succumb to a bargain basement? It’s little wonder my poor bursting wardrobe is jammed with wildcards.
The bottom half of my drawer is more clear cut; a pair of well cut old faithful black pants and my favourite white trainers. Comfort is key this morning, Monday mourners.
I spent the entire weekend watching wall-to-wall Wimbledon. Suffice to say, I’m going to be a weary worker today, given I turned in not long before dawn.
Mid-yawn I must thank Novak, Roger, Andy, Serena and Garbine for such an entertaining few days. You’ve all inspired me to dust off my racket and come out swinging this week.
Something tells me I’m yet to reach my peak. Here’s to yet another big week.
Were you courtside this weekend too? It’s time to return serve with your weekend winners.
Linking up today with The Multitasking Mummy.