After the calm comes the chaos – In the name of Thiago – Day 163




This is going to be one of those two part specials today. The pre-tennis part of the blog and the post match analysis. Yes I know hardly any of you give a shit about the tennis, but nonetheless it often lends a wonderful insight into the fragility or otherwise of my mind. I’m hoping that yesterday’s practice sessions with Bill may give me a slight edge..

 

It has been a day of distractions. I made an early start for two reasons. Firstly the aforementioned tennis match and secondly a feeling that the more I got done early, the better I would feel come the end of the day, whenever that would be.

 


 

That there chair is where I would normally sit for a day’s work. Now I’m not the kind of bloke to be self conscious. Far too far from it, certainly for Angélica’s liking at least! But trying to concentrate with all that racket going on behind you can be a wee bit on the disruptive side.

 

I’ve got a lot of video interviews that I need to record for a work project I’m very heavily involved in, so I’ll need to make sure that I’m able to do that from here or I might end up working from the old man’s gaff. Now that really doesn’t bear thinking about!

 


 

It certainly didn’t take long for our, until very recently, beautiful looking garden to take on a rather different hue. Angélica bless her, is showing signs of nerves at everything that’s happening around us. But the truth of the matter is that she is the brains and the driving force behind all of this. The next 2-3 months might not be pretty, but it’ll be worth it in the long run. Hang on in there girl.

 

Without her, this extension would never be happening. The thing with my good lady is that if she had even a fraction of the confidence in herself that other people have in her, she’d be a world beater. She’s pretty bloody formidable as it is though I’d better point out!


 

One person who doesn’t seem to be the least bit concerned about what’s happening around her is the incredible force that is Elisa. She’s been back at school for a couple of weeks now and that is really helping her. Her mood has improved no end albeit getting up before lunch time is one thing that doesn’t seem to impress her much.

 

She has dance classes on a Tuesday and Wednesday and we’ve set up cello classes for a Monday afternoon. She’s never too thrilled at the thought of it but once she gets going, not a whisper of protestation passes her lips.


 

 

And so to the evening’s tennis, maybe I’ll just jump in here and ask the fellas to fill me in tomorrow. Yesterday’s practice sessions with Bill made all the difference. On Friday I was defeated in straight sets by the Kudzmeister 7-5, 6-4. Tonight he won 7-5, 6-4. You’re fired Bridgeman!

 

This is the place to donate to my charitable cause folks, I’m signing off, defeated once more and retiring for some sympathy, sorry piss-taking from Angélica.

 

 



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