When life hands you a cold, grey Sunday, and a heap of fat, red tomatoes from the farmers' market, there's only one thing to do: bust out the soup pan and have your way with them.
A pleasant distraction from the fact that I am spending yet another weekend chained to the laptop is the Wimbledon finals. It's about this time of year that I remember I actually quite like tennis. And Roger Federer. His hair, however, is another matter.
As an aside, I just had to check the correct spelling of Wimbledon. Given that I once spent nine months sleeping on a friend's fold out couch in SW19 (the dodgy part) for the princely sum of 10 quid a week, you'd think I'd remember. I blame the cold....
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A pleasant distraction from the fact that I am spending yet another weekend chained to the laptop is the Wimbledon finals. It's about this time of year that I remember I actually quite like tennis. And Roger Federer. His hair, however, is another matter.
As an aside, I just had to check the correct spelling of Wimbledon. Given that I once spent nine months sleeping on a friend's fold out couch in SW19 (the dodgy part) for the princely sum of 10 quid a week, you'd think I'd remember. I blame the cold....
(Pic credit: Google Images)
We are seconds away from Wimbledon as waiting to get into Kew gardens for the Gpysy Kings concert, cannot wait! Xx
ReplyDeleteOhhh how exciting!! You're near Wimbers going to a cool gig and I'm making tomato soup! What's wrong with this picture??!!
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