Here, on the longest day, I always make a point of mentioning that it's downhill to winter and the nights are now drawing in again.
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I'm on the top half with Paul,
over the hump on the downhill run.
The days are getting shorter.
Get a hot cuppa schnapps for the shortening sun.
And just like that, it's almost a week past the shortest day - summer here we come!
Luckily - and completely unlike the northern half of the world - the weather is being kind to us thus far.
I could still use that schnapps, Gill!
Roll on the restive weekend. Things are hotting up horribly at work wih the frantic, feverish and frustrating chase for exams and results. I've also got an intensely itchy case of alliteritis.
There's a cream for that.
Cold cream can control the condition !
Antihistamines always help with allergies, but rarely relieve rashes.
Down here we refer to any type of cream as salve.
Typically one salve serves all purposes whether it be for that little ladies face or where a chunk of ear was torn from your Tabby in a tussle with a Tomcat.
It's Wimbers again and The Teutonic Goddess, Sabine Lisicki has just mercilessly thrashed tournament favourite, Gruntin' Serena Williams. Can anyone stop her now? No one thrashes balls quite like the magnificent Sabine.
That smooth legged and pleasingly pert, pint-sized English rose, Laura Robson, succumbed in the usual lady-like fashion - there were tears.
Also, some men played some tennis too.
Gosh, I thought all UK would be a lather by now on the Scotty left in the draw with the two big men MIA.
No no. The womens game is where it's at. It's loads better than the blokes' . Just watched the chubby Bartoli get through to the semi's. She has an unusual body shape for a top player- shall we say rotund- It's great to see her wiping the floor with the model clone contenders.
Have they banned grunting yet?
I think it was Sharapova ruined women's tennis for me. I used to enjoy watching Steffi Graf run around, but this constant grunting like a pig at a trough gives me the screaming ****s.
Well I think it is a dream final, much better than the same old, same old. Teutonic Goddess Sabine against the portly Marianne Bartoli, who is one of "those" players who can beat anyone on her day. I think Sabine will win, the way she smacks those balls is made for wimbledon. But Bartoli keeps suprising us.
I haven't been following the tennis, but I just might pay attention to this match since, as you say, it's not the same ole same ole.
I'll second the question; are either of the two of the grunting banshee types?