WIMBLEDON Do you ever feel like a plastic bag?

[JaneJeffer]

His skipping about now

Some people would pay a lot of money to be sitting where Benedict Cumberbatch’s wife is right now!

No to hairbands without much hair
It's wrong

Yes I don’t like perky Djokovic!

DH is muttering something about the cricket - I’m ignoring him!

Phwoar. Or something.

he can listen on the radio Fizzy - usually better commentary :)

Where is Djokovic's wife, Jelena?

Got an 'I don't want to run away' earworm now

I don't get the Benedict love myself but I'm sure his a lovely bloke

Is McEnroe back for analysis afterwards? I'm tired of commentating that is irrelevant or obvious.

I like him as Sherlock 80s

The Pimms is going down nicely.

It's healthy though - lemon, lime, cucumber, mint and a strawberry in there.

I feel positively virtuous

Pimms is the ' healthy alternative ' to straight booze !

kazza I've only got cucumber and mint /bit of lemon in mine. I used up the strawberries yesterday.

But it's still healthy, right?

phew ! - getting to the business end here

Well done kazza

I’ve just started on the wine. I’ve sent DH away (even though I’ve not seen him since Tuesday!). Good job Rafa’s not playing - I probably wouldn’t even speak to him

Afternoon all
I liked Benedict as Sherlock but saw him live as Hamlet and was disappointed.
Struggling to get into this final, I've voluntarily been out most of the afternoon which is unheard of finals day.

No booze for me, Friday night was boozy as was last night. Jacket potato and water. I know how to live.

Poor Mirka. She will have aged during this match. At least she has the diamonds. They always help.

Nah, not costume jewellery AC.

Pimms is barely alcohol in my opinion

DS has asked when I'm cooking dinner.
Pointed out he could always cook it.

Silence came the stern reply

Mirka does seem to live every point doesn’t she?

Quite right Kazza!

My favourite Hamlet that i have seen , was Mark Rylance. 1988. He was great. I was 16 and in love with him (as well as Stefan fickle).

Bit of a vintage year, 1988.

Poor Djok, no one's cheering much in the crowd.

argh ..